Sera's bedroom in the RV is crammed with strange items: dried herbs hanging from strings, old books stacked in precarious piles, and what looks like a human skull wearing sunglasses. The air smells like sage and something else I can't identify.
I sit cross-legged on Sera's bed while she paces back and forth, her expression grim. Orion stands in the corner, somehow managing not to bump his head on the ceiling despite his massive height.
"Find an agent of Chaos. What the hell does that even mean?" Sera throws her hands up. "Can't they ever give straightforward instructions? It's always riddles and metaphors."
"I believe it has something to do with the arcanic storm," Orion says, his deep voice rumbling through the small space. "When Chaos visited Hazel."
Sera stops pacing. "Wait. You met Chaos?"
"I think so." I shrug. "Giant storm. Voice in my head. Said something about my magic creating rifts. I didn't exactly get a business card."
