Time dragged on at an agonizing pace.
Laura paced back and forth in the small office adjacent to the alchemy lab, her fingers curling and uncurling at her sides as her thoughts churned restlessly.
Kael had been gone for too long.
She had let him go upstairs alone, reasoning with herself that there was nothing to worry about. After all, it was just a conversation with an old woman—an alchemist who had long retired from the world. What could possibly happen? And yet, experience had taught her that when it came to her husband, things were never that simple.
She knew him too well.
Kael had a habit—no, a knack—for stumbling into trouble, even when he wasn't looking for it. It was almost like chaos followed him wherever he went, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
What if something happened?
What if he uncovered something dangerous?
What if the woman isn't actually an alchemist but an enemy, perhaps, deployed by the Clowns of Ark Organization in order to abduct him?
What if—
