Chapter Thirty-EightThe feeling of doom clung to me like a second skin; no matter what happened next, no miracle would save me from a horrible end. Zantry warned the Seelie queen not to expect any quality results, though he'd assured her he'd do his best to teach me how to manipulate and bend energy at will, something he didn't believe possible.
When I arrived home, still reeling from my impending doom, I found Logan sitting on the sofa, feet propped on the coffee table. The moment my feet touched the hardwood floor, I sensed him, but it took a second for my brain to understand the fact he was there.
He held the Guidebook of Preternaturals in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. Atop the table were other empty mugs, the dried, reminiscent drags of coffee stuck at the bottom. His cloth
