XLII
Miri flipped up her coat collar to hide her face as she moved down the streets of the Half Eight.
A car next to her was burning.
She shook her head in disdain as a group of teenage elves ran past.
A distant ambulance seemed to be making its way toward the street she was on.
She pulled her purse closer and hurried her pace. Her apartment was only a few blocks away, and it was the only place where she could count on her safety.
She had been on a northbound bus when the news hit. On the magicked windows of the bus, she watched as Fenroot delivered his speech. She almost spilled her coffee all over herself.
She thought that Dark would surely have taken care of Fenroot the Brute.
She was wrong.
Fenroot had brought the fight to Magic Hope City. It was worse than she thought.
She h
