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We rode in silence.
There wasn't much sunlight left by the time we arrived at the warehouse.
Falconer was waiting for us at the door with her arms folded and an arrogant grin.
“Did you really think you could escape?” she asked.
A sneaky hand lifted my shirt and grabbed my gun.
Destiny.
She handed it to Falconer, who laughed.
“I should shoot you right now,” Falconer said. “It would be funny irony. But we've got plans for you. Didn't know how we could work a dream mage into the Order, but we figured it out. It'd be a shame for talent like yours to go to waste.”
They ushered me into the dark hallway, through the winding shadows and onto the warehouse floor where Stefan was waiting.
The vampire was dressed in a leather trench coat now, with a sword on his back and knives stuck to
