XIV
Night had fallen on the bog quickly, faster than Celesse Cullis had hoped. She buttoned the suit jacket Lucan had left her and hugged her arms together. The temperature had dropped drastically and she wasn’t prepared for it. She’d picked the wrong day to wear a skirt.
She walked back and forth across the mud trying to stay warm. The thick, peaty smell was making her head swirl, and several times she had to sit down to get her bearings.
The white claw lay in the distance, not too far away, and the magical force field pulsed every now and again to make its existence known.
The magic must have been the reason she couldn’t get cell service. That and the fact that she was in the middle of a godforsaken bog, with no cell towers anywhere near. She’d had to walk a mile to the road just to
