Chapter Seven
Rhys
“There. That’s it,” Gabriel said, pointing at a tiny blue house down the block.
Rhys had already locked in on the house, a simple task since there were about ten dark-suited guys battling several local witches and sorcerers on the front lawn and porch.
“Got it,” Rhys said, trying to ignore the fear pooling in his belly. Rhys was not accustomed to feeling outright fear, and the taste of it on his tongue was bitter as bile. “Looks like we’re late to the party.”
Gabriel looked up from the scrying mirror and blinked, trying to let his eyes focus on the present. Rhys left him in the dust to recover, Aeric only a step behind as he dashed toward the chaotic fight.
“I don’t see her,” Rhys muttered to Aeric, knowing that the other Guardian’s sharp hearing would pick up Rhys
