Dorion peered down the hall. “Fourth floor?”
“This way.” Reyla strode toward the room we’d searched the night before with us not far behind.
When we rounded a corner, we stopped.
Guards stood on either side of the door. Seeing us, they stiffened.
“No one’s allowed in this part of the castle,” a male wearing Irridain livery said in a stern voice. “Leave and do not return.”
I lifted my hands along with a sappy smile, falling into my role as Lord Rutherford. “Apologies, my fine sirs. We were seeking the key. Does this mean all the doors in this part of the castle have red marks?”
“Someone found the key,” the man snarled. “Go to your suites. If I see you here again, you won’t like it.”
“Very well.” I bowed.
Reyla curtsied.
Dorion grunted.
We backed past the corner, returning to the alcove, where I warded the area around us.
“Can you flit us inside her suite?” Dorion asked.
“If we appear in front of someone, they may startle and shout for the guard.” I was more than willing to risk it to get Dorion inside, because there was something terribly wrong with Laphira. If that was Reyla, I’d be there already. No, I’d be slammingthrough the guards and anyone else who might stand in my way, then decimating whoever had done something to her to turn her into a mindless person.
As for my possible son, I’d lay waste to armies if he was in danger.
“We could flit to the window outside her suite and peek in,” Reyla said softly. “If there’s no one there or she’s alone, we could flit or climb inside.”
“You’re suggesting we…what, dangle from the side of the building?” Dorion asked with a scowl.
“I’ve done it before,” she quipped. “I’m happy to do it again.”
Dorion rolled his eyes. “There must be another way inside that suite.”
She gave him a sympathetic look. If it was reversed, she’d do the same; destroy anyone who stood in her way. “We could ask Moira and Calista to quiz some of the staff about other entrances, but that would take time.”
“I’m not waiting any longer.” Dorion started stomping back down the hall.
Reyla and I shared a look before we caught up. I latched onto them both, then flitted us to the wall outside Laphira’s suite.
With little to grab onto, we plummeted downward. Dorion's yelp echoed as we clawed at the wall.
Reyla zapped holes in the stone near our feet, and as we slid downward, we grabbed onto them. We dangled in the air four floors above the ground. An infernal hawk dove down, smacked into my back, and pecked at my head, and the wind gusted around us.
Ifucking controlled the wind. I churned it into a full force and smacked it into the hawk, who flung itself to the side and flew away.
Gathering more wind, I infused it with dirt and rocks andwhatever else I could find in the vicinity, turning it into a platform we could stand on.
“Nice,” Reyla said, releasing the wall. “I do love this magical skill of yours.”
“Your lightning saved us.”
“Nah, you would’ve flitted us to the ground and then back up here.”
“Maybe.” I stared into her eyes, wishing we were anywhere but here right now. Actually, I wished we were alone. In our tub that still waited or in our bed. Either would do. A wall, the sofa, anywhere. There were so many pleasurable possibilities.
One day…
