The last thing I wanted was to be dealing with problems at my father’s reception, but the two people who came out onto my terrace had other plans. Things are heating up. And somewhere in Moscow, a doppelganger is prowling, having learned the essence of controlling souls; time on the amulet is starting to run out, and I still haven’t decided how to untie the knot with the girls.
The shadows are growing thicker and thicker. But, as they say, the darkest hour comes before the dawn.