SAMMY
“There is something. There has to be something,” I groaned, slamming closed the tenth volume I had searched through that day. I stood from my desk; my magic was simmering under my skin.
Curse magic was dangerous, and anything I could come up with would take too long to end him. He didn’t need much time to wreak a lot of havoc. A conduit wouldn’t work twice; he would have his guard up for that again. Poisoning him wasn’t plausible either; how would I even get him to ingest it? Every magical avenue of killing him was coming up short.
For a moment, I was a little jealous of Gentry. I would have given anything for a different voice in my head helping me solve the problem. Wolves had to be incredibly useful sometimes.
Heat crept up the back of my neck. The whole packhouse had felt h
