The Raven Master. Diana Whitney

      “No offense. She just goes into superhuman mode in times of trouble, which, frankly, I’m surprised she missed that night.”

      “She misses more than you think.”

      Darcy dropped three large ice cubes into a glass. “Sorry, I’ll need a hint for that one. Has something else happened?” When he didn’t answer, she frowned. “Marlowe?” Sighing, she opened the fridge. “Come on, it’s too hot for games. What is it you know that I don’t?”

      “Look behind you, pretty lady. You’re not alone.”

      Darcy’s heart leaped into in her throat. Her fingers froze on the handle.

      The voice hadn’t come from her phone.