"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker."
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.
A missing girl and a deadly item belonging to a power-mad demon need to be found before the killing begins. The problem? This is my first salvage.
And I have no idea what I’m doing.
These were the moments that began to define me, my skills, and my drive to face down the darkest side of the supernatural in order to bring children home.
This is where my journey began...
This short story precedes all the Rylee Adamson Books Including Elementally Priceless.
Rylee Adamson, Tome 0.25 : Tracking Magic
“MIDNIGHT CAME TOO swiftly, especially knowing my mentor would have me up at the ass crack of dawn. My bed, the one Giselle had said was mine as long as I wanted it, was small but comfortable. The room was the same, small, the slope of the roof stealing headroom, the window leaning out over the east side of the house. But I didn’t mind. I was grateful I had somewhere to sleep where I didn’t have to fight the local bums for bed space.
My room here wasn’t anything like my room back home with my parents. And the real reason I couldn’t sleep. I shook my head, sliding my hands around the back of my neck. No, I had to stop thinking about them like that. They were my parents when they adopted me, but the minute they thought I’d killed their daughter, their miracle baby, I was as dead to them as she was. The muscles in my chest tightened and it had nothing to do with the routine Giselle had put me through that day.
Veuillez choisir un nouveau mot de passe et indiquer le code secret qui vient d'être envoyé sur votre email