I LEANED HEAVILY against the sink. I’d found it. Or Gus had found it. I stared down at the drakkan preening himself on the floor. How had this happened? How had a stolen Fae artifact, sought after by Faerie, the Agency, and half the bounty hunters in the world, ended up in the stomach of my drakkan?
I needed to sit down.
Picking up Gus, I opened the door and went back to the office. The visitor chair was full of books, so I took the chair behind the desk. I looked at the ke’tain again, and not knowing what else to do with it, I tucked it into the front pocket of my jeans.
Once the initial shock passed, I was able to think a bit clearer and put the pieces together. I’d known all along Gus had to be the drakkan that escaped from Lewis Tate’s house during the raid. With Gus’s propensity fo
