Lana and Elmer followed her scent and stepped on something that scraped beneath their warrior's boot. Bone! Lots of fresh bones.
Their eyes were keenest in the dark, and what they saw made the blood drain from their head.
Fuck!
"Holy shit! Is this it?" Lana grumbled under her breath.
They'd found Liam's secret lair. No doubt about it. Elmer was standing in the interior of the old golden chamber, a goddess tomb carved into the flank of a peak, just like what the duke had in his underground city, the tapestry had said it would be.
"Where the hell is Mora?"
Lana didn't recall talking – torture, hell, death, it was all here. She wasn't even sure he was drawing breath at that minute – but within moments, she was joined by the werewolves.
"She is here alright," Francisco mumbled behind her. "I can smell her blood. Stupid witch blood."
Lana rolled her eyes. She knew how he hated the witch.
