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“You’re a little late, kid.” He dropped the limp body. “I’d kil you, too, but you don’t matter.”<br />
Link heard the sound of the rip. Hunting was gone before Link could make it across the room.<br />
The old man—a good twenty years older than The old man—a good twenty years older than Macon, judging by his white beard—was lying in the<br />
center of the room, where Hunting had dropped him.<br />
The moon shone through the window, casting a pale and eerie light on his features. His white shirt was streaked with blood.<br />
Boo barked, and the man stirred, tilting his head to the side. His eyes were gold. Obidias was a Dark Caster.<br />
Link slid to his knees at the injured man’s side and realized why Boo was barking. Obidias’ hand was lying across his chest, but it wasn’t a hand at<br />
al .<br />
When Link got close, the heads of five black snakes the length of human fingers hissed and struck the air.<br />
The snakes were attached to the old man’s wrist, where his hand should’ve been.<br />
“Holy crap!” Link jumped back.<br />
“Don’t worry,” the man said, his voice strained.<br />
“They only like to hurt me.”<br />
Link pul ed himself together. He could deal with a few snakes. But this guy was in bad shape. “Mr.<br />
Trueblood? What happened?”<br />
The man coughed. “Abraham Ravenwood sent me a visitor.”<br />
Link’s skin crawled at the sound of Abraham’s name. “But why? You’re a Dark—I mean, you’re one of them.”<br />
Obidias coughed, trying to catch his breath. “I am not one of them.”<br />
“I don’t understand—”<br />
“There’s no time to explain. Macon needs to know what Abraham was trying to confirm…” Obidias could barely breathe. He wasn’t going to make<br />
it.<br />
Link took off his black AC/DC sweatshirt and pushed it under the old man’s head.<br />
With his good hand, Obidias grabbed Link’s arm and pul ed him closer. “I know what’s coming—the consequences. The Order is broken.” Obidias<br />
closed his eyes and opened them again slowly. He was talking about the Order of Things, broken on the night of Lena’s Seventeenth Moon.<br />
“What’s gonna happen, sir?” Whatever it was, maybe they could stop it if they knew what they were up against.<br />
“The apocalypse. The end of the Mortal world as we know it—” Obidias was fading.<br />
“What do you mean by apocalypse? Like in the Bible?” Was there another kind? Link didn’t even know.<br />
Obidias’ eyes were glassy. “Unimaginable plagues wil rain down on the Mortal world until there is nothing left, and the Casters wil be powerless to<br />
stop the destruction.”<br />
“What should we do?”<br />
“There are some things too broken to be fixed,” he said, struggling to breathe. “Some that are inevitable. Tel Macon I’m sorry. For a lot of things…”<br />
The old man’s head rol ed to the side, his eyes stil and unfocused. The snakes stopped hissing and fel against his chest.<br />
He was dead.<br />
Link grabbed his shoulders and shook him gently.<br />
“Mr. Trueblood!” But he was gone.<br />
The end of the Mortal world.<br />
The words kept replaying themselves over and over in Link’s head.<br />
He walked over to the ashtray, where a pipe was stil smoking, and knocked the embers out of it.<br />
Obidias Trueblood wouldn’t need it anymore. Link pul ed the heavy cream envelope out of his pocket.<br />
Something else the dead Caster wouldn’t need.