Red symbols writhed under gold-leaf, invisible to most, irresistible to me. Hand clamped on the leather spine, I fell into prayer. The answer slid through my wound, blood-ready, stirring long languished memory.
Down and down and down the rabbit hole, I followed the thread of knowledge lost, desperate to be found.
Gunshots wrenched me back. I shoved the book into my jacket and raced through Jimmy’s door.
Nate spun on me, shocked but gun-steady.
I raised my empty hands, trusting my life to surrender.