Fourteen
I walked into the diner and spotted Jacquie at a booth. A blonde woman sat across from my partner and I slid into the bench seat beside her. Special Agent Molly Cartwright had been an asset in rescuing Neveah and solving the kidnappings three months ago. She was still handling the news about magic better than I’d expected.
“What’s the emergency?” Molly sipped from a half-empty mug.
“You didn’t fill her in?” I addressed Jacquie.
“Your show, you tell it.”
“The Order is attacking Council members, stealing the magic from their bloodlines. I have to go to Dublin to figure out how to stop them and maybe along the way find why my family line is so much more powerful than anyone else. We leave in …” I checked my phone. “Four hours.”
“Okay, first … it’s good to see you, too. You neve
