Book Eight: Chapter 45

The library was actually some kind of tower in a castle. Mike and Cecilia got lost trying to navigate the stairs and leave the building. The banshee floated up to the top of a parapet and returned to his side.

“We’re a bit closer,” she said. “It seems like she’s stopped.”

“First rule of being lost,” he said. “Stay where you are until someone can find you.”

“That only works if both parties aren’t lost.” Cecilia put her hands on her hips and grinned. She sashayed her hips and drifted toward him. “She doesn’t know that I’m here or that we’re tracking her.”

“You seem extra flirty today.” Mike held out his hand and she took it. “Are you treating this like a date?”

“I’m pretending I have you all to myself.” She clutched his arm. “We should keep moving. If Sofia is holding still, we can catch up to her.”

“You’re the boss.”

They exited the castle and next found themselves in an old building that could have been located in Cambridge, England. Of cour