Dario’s laugh followed me all the way inside.
A shiver of trepidation crawled up my spine. Even as I watched his car pulling out of my driveway, I had a feeling the potential Lord was not finished with me.
Great. One new thing to worry about.
Chapter
Seven
Moira arrived right at nine p.m., dressed like a sexy cat burglar. Her long, dark hair was tucked into a beanie, and she wore little makeup. Black leather pants, a black turtleneck, and black lace-up boots completed her look, but she carried a black puffer jacket and a pair of leather gloves.
She sniffed the air as soon as I opened the door. “Is that Bolognese?”
“I kept it warm for you.”
She pecked me on the cheek and dropped her stuff on the bench by the door before hurrying to the kitchen. Moira didn’t say another word until she was half finished with her dinner. “I want this recipe.”
I blinked. “I’m not sure if I should be happy you want to cook or upset that you won’t be coming over to steal my food.”
She waved her fork at me. “I shall always endeavor to steal dinner from your house, but you have Caelan now, and it might be awkward if you two are otherwise…engaged.”
Moira wiggled her eyebrows and shoved another bite into her mouth.
I ignored that. “Who are we starting with?”
“I figured we could pay Thorvin back first. There are three potions inside my backpack. They’ll last two hours until we’re forced back here.”
My brows lifted. I wasn’t surprised she’d finagled two teleporting potions, but they must have cost her an arm and a leg. “How?—”
She held up her hand. “Don’t ask. Just enjoy the moment. We need to leave our cell phones behind for plausible deniability, but I brought two burners.”
“Of course you did.”
Moira winked. “You ready to go?”
I glanced down at my dark clothing. My attire was less form-fitting but would do the trick for staying hidden. “Just waiting on Tess and the coffee. Snacks are in the bag by the door.”
“Awesome.”
A thought occurred to me. “I don’t think Tess needs a potion, does she?”
Moira shrugged. “Don’t want to assume. We can ask when she gets here.”
The doorbell rang a few seconds later, but before I could get to the door, a semi-transparent head poked in.
“I’ll never get used to that,” Moira shuddered.
“Come on in,” I called.
Tess started to enter but jerked abruptly as something hard clunked against the other side of the door. She tried again, only to clunk once more.
“Stupid thermos,” she muttered. With a sigh, she disappeared and rang the doorbell.
Moira cackled.
Shaking my head, I opened the door. “Still haven’t figured out how to take items with you?”
“Stainless steel continues to elude me. I can take flowers and animals, and I once was able to transport a roll of toilet paper, but steel is proving tricky.”
