Chapter Eighteen
Doors clanged open and shut. There was a van, the back of it partitioned so she was in a coffin-like space. It was dark and close, and jolted unpredictably over what must have been a roughly made road. The claustrophobia of it gave Cassie a mild panic attack that kept her awake beyond endurance. There was no position she could find that didn’t involve chains cutting into her, or a painful twist of her shoulder or hip. Eventually, though, the vibration of the engine hypnotized her and she no longer knew if she were waking or sleeping.
Cool early morning, just after dawn: Cassie shivered as she stood taking in her new surroundings. The building in front of her was a long, stucco ranch-style dwelling. Above the main door was that symbol again, the twisted Chaos magic insign
