Chapter Sixteen
Malan's house was so much emptier than it had been the last time she was there. It was almost unsettling to see so few people about but she knew it was for the best. This way they might actually get some proper answers out of the prophet.
Macey snickered. That was unlikely. Malan didn't know the meaning of the word transparent. Ironic, given that's exactly what he was.
"I really need to get you a phone," the prophet said by way of greeting.
"It wouldn't work at the house anyway," Macey countered. "Snail mail might work better."
"And when you didn't have an answer quickly enough, you'd end up at my door anyway."
"We're sorry to bother you, but we need to..."
"Yes, yes, I know. I can see it all over the kelpie's aura. She's been marked."
"Marked?" Macey echoed. "You m
