“Yeah, probably,” Aidan grimaced. “Stormers are almost as uppity as Beckoners.”
“Wait one second,” Conri sat forward. “Stormers... Beckoners... Does that mean you call Flame witches flamers?”
“Yep,” Aidan's grin stretched wide. “Isn't that fantastic? They don't even get the joke.”
“And Quake witches are quakers?” I smirked.
“Right again,” Aidan pointed at me.
“That is hilarious,” I shook my head. “Hey, what's their symbol; a rock?”
“No, a mountain,” Aidan hooted.
I was about to respond when the Imperial March(aka Darth Vader's theme music) started playing from my phone. I gave a start as Aidan and our driver laughed.
“Everyone shush,” I growled. “It's my Uncle Dylan. Hello?”
“Seren?”
“Yes?”
“The witches have been here, I assisted them as your father asked me to,” he reported.
“Good but why are you calling me?”
“Because I wanted to make sure that you knew about what they found,” he said grimly. “They asked me to pull the surveillance tapes from the day the raven mockers came through Gentry on their way to the airport.”
“And?” I shot a look at Raza and he leaned forward eagerly. I held up my hand, “Hold on , Uncle Dylan, I need to put you on speaker.”
“If you must,” he huffed.
I pressed the button, “Alright, go ahead; Lord Raza and Tiernan are with me.”
“I pulled the surveillance,” Dylan started again. “And stood to the side as the witches watched. We only have cameras in the business areas, not down near the rath, so all we caught was their walk towards the elevators, but it was enough.”
“Did you see my son?” Raza asked urgently.
“No, Lord Raza,” Dylan said gently. “In fact, I didn't see any raven mockers at all.”
“Repeat that please?” Tiernan asked.
“We have a very advanced surveillance system at Gentry. It's infused with magic to see through any glamour. We need to be sure of our employees and our guests,” Dylan explained.
“Your cameras can see through fairy glamour?” I asked, impressed.
“Yes, so I'm absolutely certain when I tell you that not a single raven mocker came through the San Francisco Rath that day,” Dylan said firmly. “It was a massive group of dullahans.”
“Dullahans?” I whispered in horror.
“Yes,” Dylan's voice had dropped too. “Suffice it to say that the witches were disturbed by the sight... as was I. You will probably be hearing from the witches soon. I just wanted to give you a heads up.”
“Dullahans?” I whispered again, not quite believing that I'd heard correctly.
“Yes, Seren,” Dylan sighed. “I've already called your father. He wants you back in Ireland immediately. Get on a plane and get out of New Mexico. You don't want to go up against an army of dullahans.”
“Anarmy?” I blinked. “We'd thought maybe a small group was behind this but an army?”
“The substitute pilot didn't need to be human,” Tiernan said in bitter deduction, “because he didn't have to fool anyone. There were no mockers on the plane.”
