“Great,” Zane said, before letting Dylon know everything was proceeding as planned.
“How do we do this?” asked Brady.
“Take my hands and on the count of three, walk forward,” Zane replied, situating himself between them and reaching out for their hands.
Brady leaned forward, his gaze finding Mystia’s. “Have you done this before?”
“No, but I know it works.”
“Famous last words,” Brady muttered, closing his eyes.
“Ready? One…two…three…ghost walker.” Zane walked through the heavily fortified door along with his two companions.
Brady opened his eyes after Zane dropped his hand and found himself inside the room where all records were kept about every low-level magic user from the time the first discrimination law had been passed. Staring in amazement, he slowly turned around in a circle, taking it all in while remembering how many times he begged the courts to allow him access to them.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Zane. “How many fucking files are in here?”
“Thousands, by the look of it,” Brady murmured, still stunned that he’d finally gained access to them.
“Mystia? Are you ready?” asked Zane.
“Absolutely.” Closing her eyes, she waved her wand, murmuring the words needed to complete her task. As her last utterance faded into the air, a flash of light filled the room, blinding them.
When Zane regained his vision, there was not a scrap of paper to be seen. The vast room was now empty; all the records safely whisked away and hidden from Zohar and the rest of the Witches’ Council. Activating his comm link, Zane said, “Mission accomplished.”
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Staring at the warlock at Glenn’s feet, Sawyer was relieved the man was still alive after his mate’s tiger attacked him, knocking him out cold. “Is this what I can expect from you the next time we encounter someone?”
“He was heading towards Remy. And yes, you can thank me for taking out a potential risk before he could pose a threat to the mission,” Glenn growled.
“Yeah, well, I’m not sure if Dylon would feel that way. His instructions were not to do anything that could alert Zohar.”
“I didn’t,” Glenn replied as his foot nudged the unconscious warlock. “He’s in no shape to tell on us.”
“Sure…but what are you going to do with him? We can’t take him with us so what happens when he comes to? Don’t you think…uhm, I don’t know…he might want to tell someone about being attacked? In the fucking Council building no less?”
“Can it, both of you,” Dylon snarled, coming to a stop next to them. “While I appreciate your quick thinking, Glenn, did you have to use your tiger to neutralize the potential threat? And just a heads up, you lost Sawyer’s cloak when you shifted into your tiger.”
“How?” asked Sawyer.
Shrugging, Dylon bent down, and lifted the warlock off the floor. “Don’t know but a talk with Oracle might clear it up. In the meantime, try to keep your animal under control, eh?” Throwing the warlock over his shoulder, Dylon walked away, but not before saying, “Don’t worry about this guy cuz Remy’s gonna wipe his memory, but remember what I said about keeping under the radar. And, by the way, you guys need to get going…you’re already running behind.”
“And fuck you, too,” Glenn muttered under his breath.
Gazing at his mate’s belligerent stance, Sawyer silently voiced his own curse at Glenn’s reaction to Dylon, knowing it didn’t bode well if they were considering living with the Blackwood Pack. Which, if he thought about it, wasn’t really a choice because Alex wanted to be where Fionn was. So, the bottom line was Glenn would just have to suck it up and accept Dylon as the leader. “C’mon, let’s go.”
Taking a deep breath, Glenn slowly exhaled, letting the tension flow out of him along with the air. He had to stop letting Dylon get under his skin but damn if he knew how to do it. It had never been a problem in the beginning with Smoky or Ghost, yet every time he dealt with Dylon it always ended with them butting heads. Unwilling to waste any more time thinking about it, he asked his mate, “Am I cloaked again?”
“Yeah,” Sawyer responded, waiting until his mate’s eyes were staring back at him before asking softly. “You okay?”
Touched by Sawyer’s concern, Glenn leaned forward until his forehead was touching his mate’s. Breathing his mate’s scent helped settle him and reminded him he owed Sawyer an explanation, which was long overdue. “You know when that fucker came around the corner, I wasn’t thinking of Remy or the mission…me and my tiger were only focused on protecting you. That’s why I shifted…I knew if something happened to you, I would never forgive myself. And that’s the real reason why I kept information from you and Alex.”
Sawyer’s eyes softened at his mate’s confession. “I know…so does Alex because we feel the same way about you. Sometimes, loving someone…or two in this case…can be a real bitch.”
A burst of laughter escaped from Glenn. “It sure can be…let’s go so Dylon doesn’t have a fit.”
“You mean another one, don’t you?”
