Chapter 25
The mountain range was imposing—a desolate collection of windswept crags and spires. Malcolm had to admit: Lathwi had chosen her hiding place well. This was perhaps the last place he would’ve thought to look for a city-witch.
He was closing in on her now—the residues of her magic were like a fine wine in his veins. He couldn’t wait to find the b***h and look upon her dismayed face. That moment would make up for all of his past failings with her, and indemnify all the delays and doubts and confusion.
And giving her to The Dark One would be nothing short of a heartfelt pleasure.
Even as he imagined that glorious moment, the demon who was carrying him chuffed and pointed toward a span of rock in the distance. Out of reflex, he squinted in that direction, but his rheumy eyes cou
