Van grins, “We can’t be too long in the garage. We’ve got a lot to do before we’re ready for the sales, and this is our only shot to take down The Owner.”
Raiden pouts slightly but nods, “I know, but I want to get a good look, so I know what I want to play with later, and I want to see if my bikes are there.”
“Good luck today,” Zephyr says to all of us.
“Thanks, man. We’ll see you later,” Coen replies with a smile.
The others all get up to leave. Before I do though, I quickly finish the last of my bacon.
I guess I’m telling them about my nighttime escapades later after all. A quick glance at the clock on the wall shows that we really are pushing it fortime, and I won’t get the chance to tell them on the ride there since I know Van and he’s going to want to go over the plan, the backup plan, and all the other backups to make sure that we all know what we’re doing.
Besides, I need to get my head in the game, and it’s not a risk to us, so like I said earlier, it will be fine to wait until later to tell them.
I’m the last to leave the dining room since I went back for a third helping of bacon, because who the fuck lets bacon go to waste?
I can’t consciously leave bacon uneaten, it would be a travesty.
Smiling at the mysterious supernatural on my way toward the door, I pause when I realize that he’s watching me closely.
Apparently, the curious rising of my eyebrows is enough to prompt a response from him.
“You know, last night I could have sworn that I felt the stirrings of magic that have long been dead,” he says thoughtfully.
I don’t not trust him, but I also don’t trust him. I am pretty sure he’s referring to the magic I used in my dream, which means he is an incredibly strong supernatural, and it’s always wise to be cautious around strong supernaturals. Plus, I haven’t told the guys about it yet, so I’m not going to discuss it with him. Not yet, at least.
So, I shrug, “Oh, that’s curious. What kind of magic?”
“Death,” he replies, his gaze studying me closely. “I’m well acquainted with death, which I’m sure you will find out more about in time, but this death magic has been absent for far longer than modern memory serves.”
I try not to show the surprise on my face as the Voices murmur in slight warning. It’s not a blaring warning telling me that he means me harm, but they are telling me to be cautious, and I’m going to listen.
I always do.
Stuffing the last piece of bacon in my mouth, I shrug, “We’ve all got death magic here, maybe all of us combined made you think you felt somethingfamiliar?” I smile. I genuinely like the guy, although I will admit that there is obviously something fishy going on, he is living in the basement after all and has told us that he is being hunted, you don’t get hunted for no reason, and him being hunted could very well mean danger for all of us here, but despite all of that, I still decide to offer our assistance to him again. As I said, I like him. “It was nice to meet you properly. Let us know if you need help with your issue. I assume that you don’t want to remain a basement dweller forever, and if we can help speed up your return to wherever it is that you normally live, we would be more than happy to help.”
He smiles, his eyes kind, “You know, I think I might actually take you up on your offer of help. You may be some of the only people who can actually help me.”
I smile and leave the room. There’s not much else I can say to that, and I don’t really have the time to be trying to pull information out of him, besides he’s not going anywhere. He’s trapped here until he’s no longer being hunted, so I can just ask him later. With the guys help.
Having said that, and despite the fact that I’m in a rush, I am also incredibly curious, so, just in case, I pause outside of the door when I hear Ethel speak.
“What the hell are you thinking coming up here? You risk exposure, Zephyr,” Ethel chastises him, making me smile.
“She’s special, Ethel,” he replies thoughtfully.
“I know.”
There’s a momentary pause, and he replies, “I don’t think you do. We need to talk.”
House slams the door to the kitchen loudly before I can hear anything else, and I chuckle.
“Alright, I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, I’m going,” I tell House. It doesn’t escape my notice that House definitely allowed me to listen to the first part of the conversation.
Rushing toward the front door, I smile as I find Coen waiting for me, the rest of the guys having already gone to explore the garages.
He pulls me under his arm and drops a kiss on top of my head, “Everything okay, Love?” He mutters as we head out of the front door and find that the guys have already pulled two SUVs around to the front of House. Van must be in more of a hurry than I thought because they spent barely any time in the garage.
It’s weird that we’re going in two cars when we normally go in one big van, so Doc can transport us, but the location isn’t that far away, and it doesn’t make sense to waste Doc’s magic when we don’t have to.
