I felt as though someone had spent the past hour beating me with blunt objects, but I knew none of us had any time to rest. After going to see Boyd’s wife Meredith and bringing her husband’s body home, Connor and I went to our own house. Allegra stayed with Meredith, to offer her what comfort she could — she’d known Boyd far longer than Tricia or I had — and Tricia went off to see about blockading the town as best she could. A precaution that might not be needed, since we were about to take Escobar’s fight to his own front door, but I felt safer knowing there wouldn’t be any innocent bystanders around to get sucked into another magical battle, should the dark warlock send another wave of attackers against us.
Once we were home, Connor and I changed out of the good clothes we’d worn to vis
