“We’ll be out the door in five minutes, sir,” I said, fighting a losing battle to keep my boss calm.
“Another ten days, and we’ll all be free of him,” Bene sighed after I hung up.
I jutted my jaw. If we didn’t get killed in the process, because the site was a mountainside in Switzerland, and the target was a rival warlock.
Mina and Gen exchanged hard looks. How would they ever untangle their lives from Gordon’s?
“The next train to Basel leaves in forty minutes,” Marius reported. “We can connect onward from there.”
“No private jet this time?” Bene complained.
Gen’s eyes jumped up.
Marius shook his head. “Organizing that will take longer than the high-speed train.”
“Well, make sure you book first class,” Bene said with a mischievous grin. “It’s on Gordon’s tab, right?”
Good old Bene, making the best of a crappy situation.
In no time, we had our things packed and were out the door. And again, I marveled at what a well-oiled machine we’d become. Mina was a huge asset, as was Gen, especially when it came to thinking outside the box.
A little magic doesn’t hurt either,my tiger chuffed proudly.
“Still no Henrik?” Gen asked when we reached the train platform.
“Still no Henrik,” Bene practically cheered.
We’d spent the morning trying to contact him, to no avail. At this point, all we could do was leave a message and board the train.
“Maybe he’s following a new lead,” I tried, though I was worried too.
“Maybe he’s tanking up on fresh blood,” Marius muttered.
“Or selling us out as we speak,” Bene grumbled.
Gen huffed indignantly. “Maybe we should give him a little credit.”
Marius rolled his eyes.
I know it’s a stretch, but wouldn’t it be nice if Gen were right?I tried.
Marius shot me a grim look.Wouldn’t it be nice if optimism doesn’t kill her?
I tensed. He was right. Gen was an asset, but she was too new to our world to recognize the dangers.
When the time comes to move, you’d better be sure to keep her far away from the action,Marius warned as we boarded the train.
His words echoed in my mind throughout the long trip.
“So, what’s the plan, boss?” Bene asked. “Other than loading up on chocolate while we’re there, I mean.”
Gen gave him a thumbs-up. “Dark chocolate Toblerone.”
He shook his head. “Classic Toblerone, and those little Cailler pralines.”
“Even the plain old Lindt is good and not too expensive,” Gen enthused.
Marius snorted. “Those two are a match made in heaven.”
