32
“Are you ready?” Loki asked as he crouched.
“No!” Noomi flattened herself against the massive wooden crate, doing her best to stay below the line of sight of the men gathered across the warehouse. “How did I ever let you talk me into this?” she whisper-wailed.
Loki peeked around the corner at the cluster of armed men. “I believe it involved lots and lots of wine.”
He took the spell vials she’d prepared out of her hands. “Don’t worry. This is going to work. We just have to wait for the guy in the suit to step out. He’s clearly the boss. Once he’s out of sight, I’m going to glamour myself into him so we can get the drop on the remaining guards. Once they’re out, we can corner the boss and make him tell us where the amulet is.”
The amulet was how they’d found Armand, the head arms dea
