Alyna could see the key. It floated on the water, partially submerged. It looked like a gigantic column of ice made of blood. Inside the ice, Alyna could see the shape of a scorpion. A large human-shaped eye in the middle of the scorpion’s head opened.
AIt looked at her.
But the process had not completed yet. Her energy was still connected with the summoning. And the key was still rising from the water.
The commotion outside and on the roof subsided. She looked up, and a wave of relief washed over her when she saw Caedmon, in his long black coat, standing at the edge of the roof. His raven hair was tied back, and his striking gray eyes smiled at her. The image of him—a dark angel imprinted against the blue sky—made her stomach quiver.
He had come back for her.
Not only that, the subsi
