Callum flashed hot and cold all over. It was exactly what he’d been thinking, but now that Gabi had said it out loud, he didn’t want to believe it. “Why would my father have the wristband of the Enemy of Death? How would he have it?”
“How old is your father?”
“He’s thirty-five,” Callum said, wondering what that had to do with anything.
“BasiCallumy the same age as Constantine Madden. They would have been at school together. And the Enemy could have left his wristband behind when he escaped from the Magic Academy.” Gabi pushed herself to her feet and started to pace. “He rejected everything about school. He wouldn’t have wanted it. Maybe your father picked it up, or found it somehow. Maybe they even — knew each other.”
“There’s no way. He would have told me,” Callum replied, knowing eve
