The water made this gentle sloshing sound against the pier—almost too peaceful, considering the guy had just disappeared into the fog like some kind of magician. Seriously, one second he’s standing there, next he’s just... gone. Like watching ink swirl around and vanish in a glass of water. I kept staring after him, half-hoping he’d just pop back out if I glared hard enough.
Wren’s the one who finally broke the spell. “You’re really going after this?”
My hand slipped into my coat, fingers brushing that scratchy old parchment. “I don’t chase, Wren. I hunt.” (Yeah, I know how that sounds. Sue me.)
She let out this little groan—classic Wren. “Let me guess, this is where I remind you that sometimes the hunter winds up as dinner?”
“That’s why you’re coming,” I shot back, starting down the p
