And to me.
I moved through the yard like a wraith, speed flooding my veins. If the camera picked up anything at all, it would be short flashes of light streaking through the property. I stopped behind the maple and studied the lay of the land, picking out the best place to get inside the house.
This was part of the plan I hadn’t told her about. Thorvin wouldn’t know what would hit him immediately, but the next time he told a lie, well…
Things might get awfully shiny.
Satisfaction burned through my veins. A flicker of pale silver appeared from the corner of my eye. Tess waved frantically.
I took a deep breath and sped through the yard, a flash of light in the quiet night, and gripped one of the wooden posts on the porch. One long leap later, I landed on the roof, the soft thump as quiet as I could be. I hurried to one of the upperwindows, tucked my hand in my jacket, and punched a hole through the glass.
A moment later, I was inside Thorvin’s house.
I reached into my pocket and palmed the small container of enchanted glitter.
Show time.
Chapter
Ten
Garrett swore under his breath when he spotted Moira breaking into Thorvin’s house.
“That wasn’t part of the plan.”
I gave him a look. “There is no plan when Moira gets involved.”
I sank onto the ground and put my fingers in the earth. “Give me a moment.”
“Take your time,” Garrett said dryly, “there’s nothing at stake here.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you don’t stop talking, I’m telling Caelan on you.”
“He owes me a fucking medal for dealing with you,” he muttered.
“Same.” I closed my eyes and sent a tendril of magic deep into the earth, safe from a shifter’s keen sense of smell. Thorvin’s land was content, and I had to give the Lord some credit. He used no chemicals to maintain his gardens, only hard work and the occasional spell to keep things healthy during the winter.
But…the Chinese wisteria was a rookie move. I could do nothing, and the end result would be the same. Thorvin would have a very expensive problem on his hands. Wisteria, no matterwhat type, has fragrant flowers, but the Chinese type smells glorious. The tradeoff being the plant is invasive as hell, known to tear up foundations and pipes if left to its own devices.
That’s why if you do plant the thing, you always place the bush at least fifteen feet away from any underground lines or pipes. Thorvin had not done so and was about to learn an expensive lesson, nudged along by yours truly.
Invasive roots were less than six inches from his pipes, and some had stretched even closer to the foundation. The pipes would fall first, but he might have another few years before they messed with the house’s foundation. The oak on the other hand…
I kept one thread there and sent another seeking for the oak. A chuckle bubbled from my lips. Thorvin already had foundation damage from the tree. If he had tile in his house, in one to two months’ time, it might sound like gunshots as the tile popped loose from the grout.
I was cooking with grease tonight. All I had to do was wait on Moira now.
Once she was back, I could let loose a little mayhem and we could get out of here.
“Target acquired?” Garrett murmured.
He stood above me, slightly to the right, his gaze locked on the house.
“I won’t have to do much. Thorvin’s landscapers are inexperienced.
“The oak?”
“And the wisteria. The oak has already done its work. The wisteria is close.”
