“How many do you think there are?” asked Dylon.
“Maybe two to three hundred,” Mystia said. “I saw a number of rooms in the basement of the Council building that have new, powerful magic locks and I believe that’s where they’re being kept.”
“Can you open those locks?” asked Jackson.
Shaking her head, Mystia said, “No, even though I’m a first-level magic user, they’re beyond my skill.”
“Can Remy do it?” asked Dylon.
“Certainly…his magic is powerful enough,” Mystia replied.
“Perfect!” Dylon grinned, his mind already assembling a plan to save the low-level magic users. “Just one other question…how will they move that many magic users at once? Will they use magic to do so?”
“Nooo…I don’t think so, because it would leave a magic signature that could be traced and Zohar is too clever to expose himself that way. My guess is the old-fashioned way, using trucks. It will also probably occur at night when the Council building is empty except for a few guards,” Mystia said.
“Good to know,” said Dylon, before sweeping his gaze over everyone in the room. “So if you all have nothing else to add…”
Waving his hand to end the meeting, Jackson said, “Go…but keep me informed about what’s happening.”
“Will do,” Dylon said, as he left the room.
Steel turned to Mystia. “I’ve put you and Jimmy in the suite next to my parents, if that’s okay.”
Nodding, Mystia was grateful for Steel’s thoughtfulness. Knowing that Jimmy would be close to Oracle’s husband, Maximus, while she was away, eased her worries about not being with him. “Thanks, that’s just perfect.” After giving Jackson a hug, Mystia followed Steel and Jimmy out of the Alpha’s study.
