The rest of the sentence trailed away as he stared at what was left of the store’s front window. The walls around it were gone. The books that had sat in the window were still there along with a few other trinkets, but were charred nearly beyond recognition. Smoke drifted lazily up from the centre of the ruin.
“It’s gone,” said Thomas. “He’s gone.”
“Then who sent you the note?” Eileen asked, staring at the mess.
“I don’t know,” said Thomas, his stomach churned uneasily all of a sudden. “We need to go. Now.”
He turned and something heavy and hard struck him in the face. He reeled back, one hand going to his sword even as the other reached up for where the skin of his forehead had been split. The knight raised his hand and Thomas got a glimpse of the horseshoe before it smashed into his
