Chapter Eleven
Harvey Stark
Nicolas kept glancing at me while we were following the suspicious-looking human. He was taking us further into the rough-looking streets. His name was Chris, and he told us that he grew up around this shady neighbourhood.
For the first time since I buried Dara, I felt like I was finally going to be able to change things. I just couldn’t get used to the fact that she was gone—forever.
I was pumped with excitement, and new hope began flickering through me.
We crossed a busy street and walked into a much quieter alley. Chris glanced around a few times; his clothes were very bizarre, but I decided to withhold any kind of judgment for now. The smell of burning tar wafted into the air. Tiny particles of magic were rising over the nape of my neck. I liked being i
