Koray stared out at the rain that was turning the ward into a lake. Something was obviously not draining correctly, but the rain was coming down too hard and cold for anyone to be able to locate and fix the problem. Letting the tapestry fall back into place, he returned to the table where his books and a pitcher of mulled wine patiently waited for him to get back to work. The constant draft weaving through the castle made the fire and his candles flicker as Koray once more took his seat.
Two sentences into the tome he was studying, however, his mind started to wander again. Koray leaned back with a sigh and stared at the ceiling in frustration. He was supposed to be figuring out how to identify someone practicing demon magic, but all he could think about was Sorin.
His head throbbed and
