"Ain't no shame in that Lightborne game." I fumble with the latch and slip the pendant into place around my neck. I should know better than to don antiques of questionable origin. Apparently, this is a lesson none of the Bexleys have grasped. As the chain makes contact with my skin, something unseen moves through the space, through the clearing, through my body. First, it's the hairs on my arms - standing as if someone's just run a flush balloon...