firmation that she was now inextricably tied to Moonsly's world. She wasn't running from a burglar; she was running from an ene

. The instinct that had made her a survivor in Oakhaven

ient, invaluable manuscripts, safe from water damage and thieves. She shoved the coin deep insid

her voice dripping with menacing patience. "The back door won't hold, little sun. Don't mak

turn on the shop's external lights. The back alley was the quickest way out, but the Hunter was there. He

d her. The sound of splintering wood erupted from below-the Hunter was breaking in. Cl