The Time-Space Shuttle Bead on my wrist was vibrating frantically, as if it had been injected with adrenaline; the buzzing made my very bones go numb.
This damn bead—it was useless enough when it failed at critical moments, but now it had to go and stir up more trouble!
I was about to let out a string of curses when a violent gust of wind swept through, whipping up the fallen leaves on the ground into a miniature tornado that howled as it passed.
Chapter 23