PROLOGUE
235 Words
The eerie call of a hunting horn floated over the drowsing city, sending sleepers’ dreams spiraling into nightmare - or jolting them awake, hearts pounding in sudden terror.
Tam Linn sat upright in the hushed dimness of his hospital room. His breath rasped in his throat, the echo of that fey and terrible noise shuddering through him. Forcing his breathing to slow, he listened intently. Nothing. He slid out of the bed and padded to the window, then slowly pushed aside the curtain.
The dark gray sky arched over the city, the lights of Crestview washing out any stars that might be hovering there. No spectral hounds or horned riders galloped across the night. No faerie magic breaking through into the mortal world.
Yet.
Tam watched a single car navigate the streets beyond the medical center. Soon the city would wake, and he’d finally go home. After three weeks in the hospital, the need to be out of there was severe - jangling his thoughts, burning his nerves. He clenched his hands into weak fists. He was still shaky, but he’d hidden it well enough that the docs had agreed to release him. There wasn’t any more time to lose.
Dangerous magic was about to be turned loose in the human world - and he was one of the only people who had a chance of stopping it.
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