The moment I landed back in the bedroom, I knew I was too late. The touch of werewolf and sorcery was gone. I jerked the door open after swearing at the lock I myself engaged, racing down the hall and into the foyer, reaching for Piers even though I knew he was gone.
They all were. Didn't take them long to clear out, either. I stood in the empty dining room, maps still spread out, and knew I'd pushed the young sorcerer to act impetuously by denying his request for help.
Damn it, he was going to get them all killed.
I spun, reaching for the veil, ready to chase them down and stop them.
Only to slam into a flare of blue magic that sent me flying backward. Stars burst in my vision as I impacted the doorjamb, body going limp. I sagged to the floor, spine on fire as Finlay and Gwendolyn appeared in the foyer in that same flare of magic.