Chapter 7
“You’re not alone. We’re not alone,” Crowley said, his voice calm, soothing.
“They experimented on people…” I said, the words riding on a breath. “Like me.”
That in itself blew my mind. A whole world existed while I’d lived in a bubble, my head in the sand when it came to anything beyond self-preservation.
“People like us, yes. The program went dormant eventually, as I said. But I sense a shift in the air. The world is in chaos, and there’s Magic waiting. Good Magic. Bad Magic. It’s lurking. Something’s about to happen. The box…” He leaned forward on his chair, elbows on knees, and rubbed his hands slowly together. He stared at his fingers for a moment. “I mentioned my grandfather put a spell on it for the baron. For as long as whoever was entrusted with it remained alive, no
