The instant she passed through the door to the room she shared with Miri, Desa took off her hat and tossed it onto her bed. She strode to the window, put her fists on her hips and shook her head. “Now, what do we do?” she muttered. “Morley has never had that much power before.”
When she turned, Marcus was hunched over in the doorway with one hand on his stomach, breathing hard. “It was more than just raw power,” he said. “You must have felt it: the wrongness about him.”
Desa sat down on the windowsill, crossed her arms and scowled at the floorboards. “I did indeed,” she muttered. “It was the same thing I felt on that farm.”
“This man must die.”
“And we can"t kill him.”
There was a scuffing sound as Marcus walked into the room, thrust out his chin and gave her what might have been a co
