Skye felt a brief moment of elation, but when she saw him grimace and press his hands to his temples, it evaporated. “Are you okay?” she asked. He shook his head. “The voices won’t stop. Only one thing makes them stop.” His body disintegrated and the East Wind filled the room. Skye felt the air stream out of the conservatory. She ran after him. She took the steps of the grand staircase two at a time. By the time she followed him down the hall and through a doorway, she was out of breath. She halted suddenly. The room was filled with…treasure. Bundles of cash lay stacked on the desk, surrounding a sleek desktop computer. Behind the large mahogany desk, the bookcase was draped in jewelry and paintings were stacked against the wall. Skye recognized expensive when she saw it. It was like some sort of dragon’s lair.
