CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
MINA PUSHED THE FLYER into Dar's face. She'd told him about the blade, and its haunted song, and all he did was stare at her, his ancient face unchanging. She'd shown him the flyer, but he'd barely glanced at it. So she shoved it at him.
"What makes you think this thing is the Blade of Night, or whatever Rhys called it?" Dar asked as he took a step back, an eyebrow arching. "What do you know that the rest of us don't?"
"Look at it," she said, her voice wavering. As he stared at her, an aftershock of nausea hit her just looking at the picture. She could see the glint of malevolent sentience she'd felt standing in front of it. She turned to the others, but they were all deferring to him...Bee, Adeh, Sha, even Jack. Rain dripped off her hair onto the paper. "If you'd se
