Burke pointed out, lightly touching a finger to Jameson’s hand. He seemed to be channeling, in order to measure and assess what was happening. “No,” agreed Charlotte, her arms were crossed, and her head dipped as she surveyed him. “This is something more.” After we landed on the Caldwell front porch - me, shaking and muttering my incantation; Jameson, pale and unconscious – they ushered us in, maneuvering through the house, and into Jameson’s bedroom on the second floor. Now, Jameson was lying in his bed, surrounded by his siblings. I was sitting beside him, attempting to keep my hand wrapped around his cold, clammy fingers, as I fought back the shakes and the terror that kept threatening to surface. Burke caught Charlotte’s gaze. “Ninth century?” he asked, guardedly. “Seventh.” Her voice was tight, which meant that was not good. “Charlatan?”
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