June 19, 2017
I stared up at the Authority’s imposing building that until a few short months ago had only been a bad memory from my childhood. Still a lot had changed for the better since I’d learned the truth about my mother’s death—she’d given her life to protect me until I could fulfill my destiny—realizing that the Authority wasn’t the heartless conspirators I’d long believed them to be. In some ways, her death had shaped me into the Savior everyone needed to stop the Order of Samael from raising druids from the dead.
“Unless you’ve learned how to astral project, I’m pretty sure you have to go inside for the council meeting,” a familiar baritone voice said from behind me.
I turned to look at Desmond, my cousin, and grinned. “Not yet. I’ll add it to my to do list, right after telepor
