Chapter 87

ALEXANDROS “Your tracking skills have not dulled over the centuries, old friend.” Nazeel’s feminine voice contains a hint of amusement that only further feeds my fury. She is somewhere nearby, cloaked in the shadows, glimmering in and out to throw off my senses. But her powers are lessened here. There is something about hallowed ground which affects witches’ magic, making it less potent. That is what makes a cemetery the perfect place to disguise a portal to another continent. The energy is dulled enough to not draw attention. Luckily for me, my eyes are more accustomed to the dark than hers, and therefore all I need is a little patience to find her. Unfortunately, my patience is in short supply when it comes to all matters of Ophelia. “A witch with your power is easy to find, Nazeel. It leaves a scent behind.” Her musical laugh rings in my ears. “Only for those clever enough to decipher it.” My frustration grows. “You flatter me, witch.” I skirt the edges of the mausoleum, focusing in