Chapter 80

Nathan shuddered, shrugging off the chill that crept up his shoulders. He shot the incubus a glare, well aware that his ticking clock wasn’t a set timeframe, but although his dreams had been growing more intense, he didn’t feel any different than he had when he was first marked. He assumed there would be some greater sign when the end was drawing near.

“Well there’s not much we can do about it, is there?” Nathan said. “Other than keep on moving, so that’s what we’re going to do. Even if it is a damn golem. There better be a dark fae pulling its strings or I will be sorely pissed off. I hate those things.”

“Right, well…I’m going to grab another drink,” Sasha said. He pushed away from the table and headed to the bar without another word.