CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
"WHERE IS THE OTHER half?" Green tendrils crept from Night's fingertips, undulating through the air before twisting around the Collector's neck. He made some indistinct sound, and she realized he might not be able to answer. She pulled the magic tighter and smiled as his face turned red. Lesions seeped on his cheeks, and boils erupted on the hands that clawed at her tentacles of fluorescent green. His eyes bulged, and she sighed, loosening her grip.
"I swear I don't know," he croaked.
She frowned at the fight that still sparked in his eyes. "Can't your magic ferret out its location?" A smirk twisted her lips; she'd seen no sign of his magic since their first meeting. He'd learned to keep it reigned in around her.
"I...." He rubbed his throat. "I can't tell, not exac
