Chapter Six
Getting away was far easier than I’d thought it would be. Although the device Gideon used was a short cylinder of dark metal rather than the gleaming opal jewel I’d seen hanging from Raphael’s belt, it appeared to do pretty much the same thing in terms of getting people from place to place. As Gideon swiped a finger down one side, glaring yellow light surrounded the two of us, and a few seconds later, we were no longer standing in the kitchen area of his suite, but in the shelter of one of the pine trees that surrounded Michael’s apartment complex.
Good thing, too, because appearing in a burst of yellow light was enough to attract attention on its own, let alone when the people stepping out of said yellow light included a man with green skin and a young woman in a long black
