twelveThe shadows clung to the walls and dripped from the ceiling, evaporating in the light streaming through the demolished doorframe. There was no blood, at least, no bodies visible from the entryway. That allowed Kim hope. Galbraith had been there, but maybe everyone was already gone.
The kitchen crushed the delusion.
They were dead. There was still no blood, just like with the thirty before them. The shadows had drowned them, leaving no marks. Maida sprawled across the tabletop, a butcher knife still gripped tightly in her right hand. Thierry and two others lay in a heap by the back door. One of them had a phone out. Kim recognized them as important wizards from Germany and Morocco. If those Circles hadn’t been deeply invested in the conflict before, they would be now.
Jeremiah had
