CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Our small group stared blankly at the ball. Ware frowned and prodded the orb against with his finger. The result was the same. Lots of nothing.
Ware wrapped his fingers around the orb and picked it up so he held it in his palm. The red strands that swirled about inside its depths flickered a little but did naught else. “How very strange. I expected some sort of reaction.” Vargas smacked the back of his head. He winced and whipped his head around to glare at her. “Why did you do that?”
“If you expected something to happen then you shouldn’t have touched it!” she snapped.
“Well, it is touched now and nothing happened,” he countered as he stood and held up the orb. “Now what do we do with the thing?”
“You hold it,” Will suggested as he turned his attention
