Sibyl sat cross-legged on her bed, flipping through Sluagh: Demons of the Dark for the umpteenth time since she'd stolen the book the day before. As she skimmed, her hands traced the outline of the key she'd found in the rear hollowed-out pages of the book. The heavy 18th-century iron key rested on a chain around her neck; she released it from her grasp, allowing the cold metal to settle underneath her Mjolnir pendant.
She had no way of knowing what the key would open, and she could only assume she'd have to return to Darragh's if she wanted to find out. Unfortunately, she'd have to wait before she could do that. The day before, Darragh had interrupted her; he must have been able to sense that someone had been intruding on his private space. With an impatient sigh, she decided she would
