Chapter 15
Why Magic and DNA Should Never Mix
FilliusTen Years Ago
Something made me start in my sleep, and I almost fell out of bed, clutching the covers to my chin. A nightmare still clung to me, my mind’s eye haunted by waxy skin. Yellow eyes. Feathers. It happened every night.
The Qorxu incident had been at least ten years ago, but it never lost its potency.
When I finally got home that night, sweating and shaking, Coros pointed out that the feather man could have been an elaborate magic prank. And it made sense. I didn’t put it past Mark to conspire with the stooges in Lab 3 just to mess with me. So, instead of summoning a demon for Mark’s amusement, I went to bed and forgot about it. Or tried to. The nightmares were impossible to shake.
Honestly, though, these days I was gettin
