Chapter 11
“Bertrand.” Maggie pushed herself up, her arms shaking.
Lines of worry, which hadn’t existed the last time she’d seen him, marked his brow. Gone were his usual dark coat and billowing white shirt. He wore a suit of gray with a high button collar.
“Bertrand,” Maggie whispered, “what are you still doing here?”
“Hunter Wayland”―Serber loomed over them―“I cannot allow you to interrupt a brethren ceremony.”
“And I cannot allow you to perform a resurrection of light on this girl.” Bertrand stood. “While I appreciate your help in sheltering Miss Trent, I will take full charge of her.”
“There are shadows lurking in her mind,” Serber said. “They will draw her back into darkness. We cannot allow her to become a danger to herself or others.”
“There are no more shadows invading Miss
