The Senator's Shame: A Scandal Of The Soul

I' d known my whole life, but now it felt like the smell of my own grave. My siste

ss the cavernous room, the leader of the corporate militia, a man with a dead-eyed sta

uts through the broken windows, the occasional crackle of

s more than just real estate. They knew the prophecy. They knew that Gabrielle and I were the last two Spirit We

trail. It made him look connected, worldly. The handsome state senator with his exotic Native Am

ef of staff, also knew. He' d once sworn to prot

and walked toward us. He grinned,

ur knights in shining

is men had set up. A local news channel was broadcasti

perfect mask of grave concern,

, his voice ringing with false sincerity. "We w

elle Hewitt is my whole world. We are coordinating w

They were performing. This wasn't a

at on the fl

ter." He snapped his fingers, and two of his

Molly

her designer dress torn, her face smudged with dirt. She was supposed to

perimeter," the militia leader annou

attered. He grabbed the aide's arm, his eyes wide with genuine panic. Brian' s face went wh

too. His grin widened. H

e police line, his voice echoing in the cann

nozzle against the back of my hand, the cold metal a shock against my skin. One of his men di

"The two Spirit Weavers who hold the fate of the

tion. Not a single

e Mo

ame time. Their voices, raw with desp

, a loud, cruel sound that

ulled the

behind me. I screamed, a sound torn from the deepest part of my soul. Beside me, Gabrielle shrieked as the same t