“Bullies always do,” Jackson replied. “Any problems with the mission?”
“Only one…when Remy used magic to free my dad, an alarm went off.”
Jackson quirked an eyebrow. “There’s a magic user who’s with Rudy?”
“Not for long…Remy and Carson are taking care of it now,” Dylon said, softly. “You might want to join them.”
“I definitely do,” Jackson replied, grimly. “See me after you take care of your parents.” Then, catching Frank’s eye, he gave him a nod of understanding before leaving the room.
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Slowly circling around the light sphere, Remy ignored the phony claims of innocence the warlock was making and focused on the poorly concealed fear oozing out of his captive. When he reached Carson, who was standing in front of the sphere, he said, “This one barely qualifies as a second-tier magic user.”
“Maybe someone was bribed to give him that ranking.”
“That makes more sense…especially after what Mystia learned about the numerous bribes Zohar took.”
“Let me out of here! You have no right to hold me! I did nothing wrong! Let me go!”
Moving his hand slightly, Remy made the light sphere sound-proof and opaque before saying, “It’s alarming that there are so many dumb magic users in my realm.”
“Lies are always the first defense someone guilty uses,” Carson said. “Only you can make a light sphere, and he knows it, but pretends he doesn’t know who you are.” Hearing the door open, Carson glanced over his shoulder before turning back to his mate. “It’s Jackson.”
“Just in time for the fun,” Remy murmured.
Walking up to the floating opaque light sphere, Jackson looked at it carefully before asking, “Is it all right if I touch it?”
“Sure,” replied Carson.
Pressing a finger against it, Jackson grinned as sparks of light from the sphere surged and coalesced as his fingertips intersected with the surface. “That’s amazing,” he murmured before lowering his hand and walking over to Remy and Carson. “Dylon told me Rudy is working with a magic user.”
“Was working with one,” Carson corrected. “Right now, he’s in the light sphere.”
“That was fast,” Jackson replied. “Can he hear us?”
“No,” Carson said. “Nor can he see us, for now.”
Nodding, Jackson glazed at the light sphere for a moment before looking back at Remy and Carson. “Can you find out what Rudy is planning?”
“I can, but only if the magic user knows,” Remy replied. Flicking his fingers, he restored the warlock’s ability to see and hear him. “What’s your name?”
“Osrum.”
“What crime did you commit?”
“I killed someone.”
“Who?”
“Garington.”
“Why did you kill him?”
“He refused to give me his magic.”
“Why did you want his magic? You already have some.”
“But not enough to join the army.”
