**Black Rose—J.T. Peterson**
Ember rolled her eyes. She supposed by the gold-haired witch he was referring to Viktoria which meant she was at the right place after all.
What she couldn't understand was why Khaos would hire someone so grumpy.
Oh, she almost forgot that the old man's behaviour could be said to be a carbon copy of his.
She sized the man up. "Since you're here, he must have sent you. So quit wasting our time and lead the way."
"I shall do just that as I have no choice in the matter," he said in a voice filled with distaste, "but he commands that only the red haired one shall be allowed entrance into these gates. The rest shall fall back!"
At that point, it was safe to say that Ember had no fear facing Khaos alone. Yet something about the way the old man invited her in sent a whisper of unease reverberating through her body.
