Time to go
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(Jordan)
After a quick shower and meal to recoup my strength, I joined my friends in the main sitting room.
Cis and Rena had returned from their work on the street were I dedtroyed the dentist office, smoothing over the mess I had made.
They sat by the fire, Cis with her bright purple leggings and wild dark hair, Rena curled up in a long, flowing dress in a spring green that made her look like the earth goddess she was.
I sank into the chair across from them.
“Thank you so much for taking care of that. What do I owe you?”
“Still sorting that out,” Cis said. “But you might get lucky.”
“Lucky?”
“Insurance!” Rena said. “But a van hit the building in a way that is basically impossible via the laws of physics,” I protested.
“That doesn’t mean we could tell them it was magic,” Cis said.
“Good point.”
“We’ll keep you updated,” she replied.
“Thank you.”
Alex and Linc came in from the courtyard and took their seats in the other comfy armchairs.
“Raidon is coming,” Alex said. “Just saw him enter the courtyard. Patrick is still on shift at the Couldron.”
“Good timing.” I nodded, trying to play it cool even though my heartrate had just picked up the pace in a big way.
A knock sounded at the door a half second later. Even from here, I could sense that it was Raiden. Something stirred, somewhere in my soul. I rubbed my chest, frowning at the unfamiliar feeling.
Alex called out for Raiden to enter. He stepped inside, as handsome and powerful as ever in his jeans and a thin, dark sweater. It pulled at his shoulders, emphasizing his muscles in a way that I was sure was unintentional but certainly worked on me. I looked away.
“I’m just in time?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded, trying not to make eye contact.
It was imperative that I keep my distance. He took a chair next to me, stretching his long legs out in a relaxed fashion that I knew he couldn't possibly feel. There was far too much at stake.
“Well, I can start, since I didn’t find much.” Alex leaned forward.
“The glass that Randolph brought me had almost no information that I could read. It was broken by a hammer. Even though the glass was enchanted to protect the contents of the case, Kyran seems to have had a potion or spell to counteract that. I just couldn’t read it from the glass.”
“You saw him?” Raiden asked.
She frowned. “Actually, no. But Jordan saw him running away from the building, correct?”
“Yes,” I said, “but if he had a partner, I didn’t see them.” Alex nodded. “We can canvass the street that he ran down, see if anyone saw which direction he went. And it’s a long shot, but I can see if he touched any lampposts or anything on his way. Might give me some insight.”
It was definitely a long shot, but I appreciated that she was trying. Her skill was a valuable thing for hunts like this. I turned to Raiden.
“What did you find?”
“Cyrus was familiar with the Isle of Pyre. He gave me directions. We can’t just transport, but we can get close and hire a boat.”
“Can’t go directly there?” I asked.
He shook his head. “It’s a quiet island of only supernaturals. It would be considered a threat if we just showed up via magic. Better to follow the usual protocols if we want them to help us, or at least not attack.”
“Of course.” I turned to my friends.
“Thank you for helping.”
“Duh.” Alex grinned and hopped up. “Let’s get started.” I nodded and rose, joining Raiden.
“Shall we go?” He stood, and my breath caught when a hint of his forest scent reached me. It wrapped around me, nearly making my head spin.
How the hell was I going to survive a trip with just him?
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