Twenty-Four
I’d never been happier to be back home. The rumble of trains, trolleys, and cars cascaded over my ears in a beautiful cacophony. I guess I wasn’t one of those people who loved to travel. I’d been away for two days and barely survived the separation anxiety. Or maybe it was that my magic missed the place where it was born.
“Where to first?” Desmond sat beside me on one of the Silver Line shuttles to South Station.
“The precinct. I need to catch up with Jacquie and Molly. See what they were able to gain from the surveillance on the pawn shop. You and J.T. should head to headquarters, start getting everyone back. As soon as we track the Order down, things are going to happen fast.”
J.T. stood in front of me, holding on to one of the yellow support bars. He’d been pretty quiet
