Chapter Twelve
His power
Sweat was surging down my face, but this time it had nothing to do with anxiety. Several weeks ago, I visited an ex-Dark One. He was intimidating. I handled him well, but after five minutes with Harvey, I felt like I was falling apart.
Nicolas was talking to me, dragging me away from the office. His voice was muffled, sounding like he was talking under water, and my ears were blocked. I instantly felt better once we walked outside the building.
Lincoln was with us, smirking at me, and he handed the gun back to me. At least Aly wasn’t going to be disappointed. I had a feeling that she was attached to that particular item of her husband’s. My energy was pulsing, pushing against the back of my head. Lincoln walked us across the busy street. About half an hour late
