For the first time, their bedazzled guest seemed uncertain. “I was told to deliver the message to Marcus.”

Moira’s serenity didn’t slide a hairsbreadth. “You’ll not get to him. You talk to me, or you go.”

The medium stared. And finally nodded. “There is a small traveler coming. A babe. Marcus is to watch for her. Her name is Morgan, and she is to be his.”

Sophie felt parts of her brain beginning to melt. “Someone’s trying to give Marcus a baby?”

A grin the size of Texas flashed across Adele’s face. “Yup. Evan seemed fairly amused.” She sobered again, a touch of uncertainty sliding back into her voice. “He said the girl-child was for Marcus, and no other. A matter of life and death.”

“That makes no sense.” On all kinds of levels-Sophie knew firsthand exactly how much Marcus disliked babies.

Humor chased across the medium’s face. “Messages from the dead rarely do, girlfriend. He also said Marcus would find the missing soldier under the back steps of the church.”

And then she was gone, the alarms of Realm wailing in belated alert.

Jamie parachuted into Realm, wondering just how his life had descended into total chaos before lunch. And hoped his sister wasn’t in a mood to shoot the messenger.

Pulling open the door of the Witches Lounge didn’t deliver any reassurance on that front. Nell pounced the second he set foot inside. “What happened-how’d she get in?”

He winced. “We don’t know.”

Yeah. That answer landed like a load of bricks. Nell just glared.

Dammit. Kenna had been pulling her middle-of-the-night fireworks tricks again, and three hours was just not enough sleep. Jamie tried to kick his brain into gear before Nell melted him with another Supergirl stare. “There are no traces of hacking. Not even a whisper. The first time our system detected her is when she popped into the room.”

Nell’s scowl would have scared a lesser man. “Hijacked transport spell?”