Afton searched the area frantically. “Sedna!” he called out, although he knew that was a stupid thing to do. Fear stabbed at him. He said he’d send Anatole to go after her, but Anatole was a contract killer—an assassin who killed for a living.
When it came to Sedna’s safety, he trusted no one but himself. It had been a mistake to send her to see the client on her own. Her stubbornness aside, he should have been more insistent about her taking bodyguards with her. The day of the leadership contest was coming close, and this round would be brutal. The power hungry would have sent out assassins. After more than a hundred years of being a mage, he should have known better.
He knew he was at the scene where the incident had taken place. Afton crouched. There was a trace of blood and gore righ
