Book Two: Chapter 165

Meaning that somewhere, Amir was still alive. Or his soul was, at least.

“Well, they shouldn’t be hassling you now...” her words trailed off when a dark figure appeared near the entry, walking cautiously between the lions, hands held up in peace.

“I got this.” Mike walked around her, the activity in the yard coming to a halt. Mike set his coffee on the end of the railing and moved with confidence, feeling the magic awaken inside of him just a little. The lions turned their heads to watch the newcomer, just waiting to sense hostile magic and spring into action.

The hooded figure stopped, gazing across the yard with apprehension. It took Mike much longer to reach her than it would have a week ago, and when he drew near, the figure drew back its hood.

“Elizabeth, right?” Mike’s tone was cold, his voice carrying extra strength.

“Mr. Radley.” She looked across the yard, her eyes wide as she saw the centaurs lift up spears and bows that they had set nearby.