The Keeper
Copyright© 2021 by Charly Young
Chapter 29
Charity Babbitt stood outside the meeting hall at Sisco Heights more than a little alarmed. Her mind was slipping. She stood in the parking lot and for the life of her she couldn’t remember her name. The last few weeks have been like that. Whole periods of time seemed to fade from her grasp. Blackouts. Increasingly she was having trouble maintaining her shields that disguised the taint of the blood magic. What was more worrisome was that she sometimes forgot why she needed them. She had such glorious power she wanted to show them all.
She did remember that she had to call the Druid and inform him of the meeting as well as her failures. She had initiated the call in a high state of anxiety and not a little resentment.
It wasn’t her fault.
She was really starting to hate that damned Lachlan Quinn. Three times she had tried to kill him, and three times she had failed. She could see why her sisters feared the Keeper’s Boy. He was just too powerful.
“I expected this,” the druid said. “Your incompetence is rapidly diminishing your value to me.”
Surprisingly and suspiciously, he didn’t seem all that upset.
“You have two main tasks now. Two simple tasks: The first—since you failed to end the boy, I have had to retain the Brotherhood. They will select a being to come and take care of things. Follow the boy, set up an ambush site somewhere out-of-town then perform the summoning to bring the assassin across the Thinning. I assume you have the strength for that?”
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