Loc had once again assumed his position on top of one of the mausoleums, keeping the shroud of invisibility around him but taking on his natural form, as it felt more comfortable. In his mind, he kept seeing the haunted faces of the two Dubois witches.
He had to defeat Nicholas Toulouse. Not just to rescue Cat, but to relieve those women of the burden they’d been suffering under for far too long.
As he crouched there, he reached out with the power that lay coiled within him, but delicately, with no more than a feather touch of his magic. It brushed up against the spells that cloaked the house Toulouse had taken for his own, then, ever so gently, began to unwind them, pulling on them as one might tug on a single thread to begin unraveling a sweater.
It was a risk, but one he knew he must
