Eight
“How the hell did somebody steal that thing?” Darius asks. “It was protected by both magic and merpeople.”
“No doubt it was stolen with magic too,” Gaius mutters as he paces the living room. It’s early Thursday morning and the rest of the team—several of whom appear to be half-asleep still—is now present after being alerted to the situation by Kobe.
“Angelica’s obviously behind this,” I say, crossing the room to the fireplace and holding my hands toward its warmth. “She’s probably aiming for the next full moon.”
“Which is a week and a half away,” Gaius says, “giving us little time after rescuing Chase to stop her.”
“We need to inform the Guild,” Lumethon says. “An anonymous message. I can send it now.”
“The Guild already knows,” Kobe says. “My contact mentioned that several of
