Ronan crouched low in the tall grass across the putrid little valley, waiting for the man to go inside. The sun had fallen low in the sky behind him while he waited, painting the wasteland below him with its surreal, deepening orange until the place was almost beautiful. Ronan was patient. He had to be. He’d found some of them already, along with a few other unexpected surprises, but if the girl’s description of that strange door-lined hallway was accurate, there were still three to account for, and if something happened to him, if he was unable to recover them all, the results could be disastrous.
The Phoenix Girls always attracted a certain amount of trouble. It was unavoidable. But the new Phoenix Girls came with extra complications. The crow had almost certainly talked when Pen
