CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Becca kept saying prayers to herself as she climbed down the metal fire escape in the pouring rain. This wasn’t how she imagined getting down. She had hoped for the piggyback experience again. Behind her, Desmond carried Murgalen down the stairs, handcuffed with magic. The energy beams let off a low-pitched hum. Desmond’s growling werehyena form ensured that Murgalen didn’t try anything. Her red hair was a tangled mess in the rain, like a killer horror film. She cackled the whole way down.
How long had it been since her brother jumped in that hole? She wasn’t sure, but it was longer than she wanted him to be away. The world kept spinning here despite whatever the hell happened in the fae world.
Becca glanced upward at the silo roof. They still had a long way to go a
