She stood there and said nothing for about three seconds. Then, predictably, she did the most Elizabeth thing, and that amused him.
With a sigh, Elizabeth unclipped her gun, handed it to Ethan, and pointed at Raphael.
“Let’s go. I’m going to go hurt some Natives and then, I need help hiding the bodies. Ivan, you’re in charge. You’re my alibi. Pretend you’re me and work this case. Try to look less ugly.”
Ethan laughed.
As did security.
“Before you go off half-cocked…”
She stopped him.
“It’s too late. I’m all-the-way cocked. If those overly tan men think that they can diminish how perfect my husband is to be Shaman, they have another thing coming! Deny him my ass!”
He put his fingertips over her lips to stop her so he could finish.
“They needed a sign, and let’s just say Timothy delivered.”
She lifted a brow.
“How?” she asked from behind his fingertips.
Raphael did have a photo of that.
Pulling out his phone, he handed it to Elizabeth, and she checked it out. In it, there was a giant ass bird perched on Ethan’s shoulder.
Oh, it was a very familiar bird too. It was the one who stalked her all over the damn place. Usually, it saved her ass and kept her from getting hurt.
That it showed up meant one thing.
TIMOTHY.
Raphael shared.
“The minute they saw him communing with that massive bird, it changed their minds. They are calling him the Raven Talker. Apparently, he’s got a direct line to the other side, and that was the sign they needed. Hey, isn’t that your name, and your big bird?” he joked.
Ivan sighed.
“Don’t get her riled up. That’s my job. That damn bird freaks me out.”
Elizabeth grinned.
“So the flock of crazy was what ended up giving you the sign they needed? What do you know? Timothy and his antics finally paid off. It’s about time he timed it right.”
He kissed her knuckles.
“I’m the man I am now because of my wife. You’re the only raven I want to talk to.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Well, you, me, later…”
He winked at her.
“Deal. Should we start working? A little birdy, joke intended, told me that your warrants are about to be signed. I called the judge, and he’s reviewing, but likely signing off. Apparently, he’s afraid you’ll visit him. I don’t get that because I love when you visit me.”
She snorted.
