Book Three: Chapter 119

“I see that we have failed once more.” His voice was pleasant, but somehow sucked the warmth out of the air. Mike, still frozen from having Cecilia riding shotgun inside of him, somehow felt colder even hearing it. The stranger shook his head, his dark curls unmoving.

“And who are you?’ Mike asked.

“You may call me Amir. If you would like to invite me in, I would be happy to speak with you.”

“Do you think I’m dumb?” Mike fiddled with the goggles, trying to look at him with different settings. The goggles could see so many different things, and right now, they told him he was looking at nothing. No heat signature, no heartbeat. He may as well be looking at open air. Even the stranger’s magic was somehow invisible to him. “There’s no way in Hell that I’m inviting you in, and I am not giving you my house.”

“I don’t want the house. I only want what is mine.” His eyes finally fell on what he had been looking for. Lily had bounced off of the stone wall and was curr