THIRTY-FIVE
Sage’s hand throbbed as she approached the large blue vehicle.
Sylvia rolled down the window of the passenger seat. “You’re in the back. We’re not taking any chances.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Sage opened up the rear door and climbed in.
Sitting next to Sylvia in the driver’s seat was a woman Sage hadn’t seen since her first meeting with Devon. Nyx. She’d enlarged herself to appear as if she were driving, but Sage could see through the glamour to the tiny pixie fluttering behind the wheel, waving her hands to magic the car into motion.
“Where is your partner?” Sylvia asked.
“He’s coming up later. Had some loose ends to tie up.”
“I take it the leg hasn’t healed?”
Sylvia knew. But how did she know? How long had she been spying?
Sage kept her face neutral, making
