At the name Zofia felt a sudden jolt of alarm ripple through her. She tried to peer into the deep, dark shadows where the others had turned toward.
“I'm working on it,” the velvet voice replied as the man in a long coat stepped out of the gloom, almost as though he had just materialized out of thin air. And perhaps he had.
“When will you be able to take her?” Phineas asked.
“I can take her whenever you want,” Myron bragged.
“Even though she's a sorceress?”
“Yes,” Myron said, his handsome features twisted into a sinister grin. “I've enlisted help.”
“Two on one? I like that,” Phineas said, voice laced with venom.
Zofia's heart felt as though it had just tripped and stumbled on something very sharp. They were now talking about her, she was sure of it. Who else could they be speaking of
