“No. And I don’t want to hear that name again.” I blinked. “And you work for me.”
He snorted. “I do what I want.” His sigh was heavy. “But I will continue accepting assignments as you have them, myQueen.” His line went dead as he hung up on me.
“Aggravating ass,” I muttered, pocketing my cell.
“Who was it?”
“None of your business.” My wolf growled, but I smirked. “Elly’s dead.”
Ezra eyed my profile. “Nice.” He grinned. “What are you going to do with her head?”
“Let rats eat it.”
He nodded. “Sounds about right.”
Sneaking onto the property where the President hid was much easier than it should have been.
The four of us were dressed in black fatigues and had enough firepower on us to take the White House down…if it hadn’t already been burned to ash during one particular amazing Mystical win. But instead of firing our weapons, we kept them holstered. The darkness provided by the heavy cloud cover hiding the moon was wasted. The reason we had not had to fight anyone yet was because of all the Com guards that we were currently stepping over where they lay unconscious on the ground.
Jack’s brows furrowed. “Did one of the Elders get here first?”
Pearl shook her head. “We’re the only Rulers designated for this particular Com leader.”
Ezra grunted, stepping over another Com. “Well, someone beat us here.”
“We don’t want the damn man dead,” I grumbled. “At least these guards aren’t.”
All four of us stopped abruptly, squinting as our eyes glowed softly, when a black fog seeped out of the front door, right through the crack. It wasn’t a fire, the air smelling clean. Instead, the dark fog crept down the white patio stairs and into the grass…and disappeared.
My lips pinched. “What the hell was that?”
Pearl lifted a finger. “I’ll admit that was a little frightening.”
Jack stated, “Maybe it was a shadow.”
All four of us glanced up to the sky. The moon was barely seen. We peered to the house.
“I’ll go with the shadow theory,” Ezra murmured, even though it made no sense.
I shrugged. “I haven’t eaten yet today. I’m going with blurry vision.”
“I’m about to be on my period,” Pearl grumbled. “I’m going with PMS.”
I gurgled deep in my throat, trying not to laugh.
“That’s viable,” Jack stated.Lie. “Ezra, do you hear anyone in the house?”
“I think it has a privacy spell on it.” His head tilted. “I can’t even hear a bug in there.”
I grunted. “He probably has a Mage tied up in his basement.”
But when we opened the door, the four of us felt corked Mage power.
Elder Harcourt’s magic was the privacy spell. Figured. Asshole.
“He obviously doesn’t want him dead,” Jack grumbled. He motioned for Ezra to lead the way. “Let’s go tell the President who’s boss.”
Ezra didn’t hesitate. He didn’t even walk lightly. Apparently there were no threats here.
