CHAPTER SIXTEENCharouth soared between realms in a trance, close enough to Earth that she could make out important land shapes to figure out where she flew, yet far enough so she didn’t get beamed by a 747 on a nonstop to Berlin. What a disaster. She lost the ankh. The night started out so well. Bypassing the security at the British Museum was a no-brainer when no door could be closed to you. The same power she used to fly between realms she used to walk right into the storage unit, take what she wanted, and walk right out undetected. This hadn’t started going wrong until she went to that damn bar. Eff the Wolf Man. He started it.
No, i***t. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t shove Cynar martinis down her throat. He didn’t make her lie to her Azazel. That was Remiel’s fault. She backed up aga
