Fiona hurried out of the pub behind Ian, Logan’s pronouncement sending her heart into overdrive. “There’s a hell of a lot more at stake than I expected,” Ian said as he squeezed into her little car. Life as we know it. But she couldn’t find her voice as she cranked the key in the ignition. She’d hoped it wouldn’t be so dire. That she could just get into the museum and take it. “I’m going to have to warn the university. Damn it.” “Why?” “It’s too damn risky. We’ll do our best to get it, but if we fail, there needs to be backup. But it’ll take them time to put together a team.” “You really think that's neccessary?” “You heard what he said in there. I want that book”—her voice shook—“but no’ enough to risk divine war if I fail. They need to at least know about it.” “Why do you want it so badly?” Ian asked as they peeled out of the lot and headed down the road back toward the university and Edinburgh beyond. “Ten years ago, it was prophesied that I would be the one to find the Book of Worlds.
