Chapter 68: The Voodoo Crone

"Grandma, these are some new friends I met." Leroy wore a warm smile and angled his body toward Dante Easton, voice thick with praise. "Especially him-at the Soaring Summit today, he stole the whole show. His methods were unfathomable." The old woman hunched with age, face lined like dry gullies. She forced a withered smile, her clouded eyes sweeping over Dante and the others. She lifted a hand as thin as dead twigs and clamped Dante's wrist with unexpected strength. "Welcome, welcome… Leroy's...