Adrian’s voice in the main chamber brought it all back into focus. “Just relax, Mrs. Court, and give me your hands.” Adrian, or Hedrick, as he went by these days, was barely visible through the narrow gap between the velvet curtain and the doorway leading into the back room where Raj was crouched on a low stool. On the other side of the curtain, the dark chamber was lit with dripping candles. Adrian sat in front of his client at a round table covered in a midnight-blue tablecloth. The setting looked better suited to a psychic reading than a healing session. Luckily Raj could see in the dark. If only he could absorb an entire book with the touch of his palm instead of flipping through a tomb on the art and magic of healing terminal diseases. Adrian had told Raj he’d be fixing a migraine, not a brain tumor. He shouldn’t have been surprised when the shady warlock pulled a fast one on him. There was a reason the coven had stripped Adrian of his powers. The man couldn’t be trusted.
