"Good night, Mr. Langham."She walked past him, her strawberry scent filling his nostrils.John sprinted upstairs to the first door on the right, his be...room. He moved so swiftly that he hadn't noticed anyone in his room. He headed straight for his private bath and turned his shower on. While he let the water heat up, he walked back into his bedroom and turned on his lamp.He gasped when he noticed someone in his bed. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"Her eyes opened. "Sorry Mr. Langham," Carmyn. My phone rings on my desk. ‘Mark Brown’s office.’ ‘Yes, Hello Mr. Brown. It’s Larry.’ Finally the private investigator. ‘Hello, Larry. I hope you have good news for me.’ ‘I’ve got news alright but I don’t think your going to like it much Mr. Brown.’ ‘Did you find her?!?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘And???’ ‘She’s living with a man near her childhood town.’ ‘Fax me everything you have, NOW!’ I slammed the phone down. The fax machine started to make its annoying noises across the room. I hardly noticed, my face. “I was wondering if we could go for a walk?” She pushed open the door of the greenhouse, revealing the large space within.“If you wish. I cannot be gone for long, not with Ratu absent.”“We won’t go far. The faeries know they can find us here if they need us.” She let him walk in first, admiring the thick muscle in his thighs. If Asterion had an ounce of fat on him somewhere, she had yet to find it. Closing the door behind them, she fought the urge to ask him to leave his weapon behind. If there. Or for boiling tigermeat in until it was tender.She unlocked the secrets to Red Witch mana. Yes, it used mana. Differentfrequencies. Fey mana used infrared or terahertz waves to communicate.The witch used ultraviolet light. All fey tech used quantum processes butthe witch's nanobots were smaller and difficult to detect unless theyformed a quorum. Much more advanced than fey tech.How could one witch outpace a whole society of wizards?Maybe it wasn't just one witch. The Red Witch's tech was fully.