THE LAST SHAFTS of the evening sun were blotted out with a bang, and the small band of Children of Light members were cast into barely lit gloom. They stood in the darkness for a moment, allowing their eyes to adjust to the change in light. The bizarre turn of events that had successfully gotten them into the building was playing on Soren"s mind. He had been afraid of the man, wary and suspicious, but at the same time fascinated by his rough tattoos and shaded face.
THE LAST SHAFTSHe turned to his mentor with eyebrows raised, questioning, but Raven shrugged his shoulders, leaving Soren even more mystified.
“Mum,” he murmured. “Who was that?”
Callista looked as confused as he was. “I have no idea, Soren. But he really helped us, whoever he was.”
None of them had expected to simply walk
