Carson, sensing Remy’s discomfort, said, “Babe, maybe you should look at which infractions would warrant that kind of severe punishment. Maybe you would only use it if the magic user committed a crime like…like…I don’t know…maybe like mass murder, like my uncle did. I know he’s a wolf shifter, but magic users are probably capable of stuff just as bad.”
“Carson has a good point,” Mystia agreed. “The practice of black magic would also be a high crime.”
“This is so overwhelming,” Remy murmured. “I don’t know much about the laws of the mystic realm because my chances of violating them, with the little magic I have…”
“Had, babe,” Carson corrected his mate.
“Right, had…was slim to none,” Remy said. “The only law my parents drummed into me was the prohibition of using magic in front of humans. And trust me, that was never going to happen.”
“Hey, maybe what you need is an assistant!” exclaimed Carson.” Someone who knows the laws inside out…like Adam.”
“Who’s Adam?” asked Remy. “Is he a mate to someone in your pack?”
“No,” Carson said, “Adam was sent by the gods to help David. He knows every law there is…probably even the ones of the Mystic Realm.”
“I’m sorry, Carsy…who is David again?” asked Remy.
“He’s Zane’s mate but he’s also the High Priest of the paranormal world…the moral compass who rules on the morality of different laws,” explained Carson.
“I’m confused. I thought that’s what I’m supposed to do as Ruler of the Mystic Realm,” Remy said.
“You are, but what if you weren’t and you objected to the laws regarding low-level magic users? Who could you appeal to who has the power to declare them illegal if the Witches’ Governing Council refused to listen to you?” asked Carson.
“Ahh, the High Priest,” Remy said.
“Yup. Anyway, Adam is David’s assistant…researches the laws and gives David help so he can make an informed decision,” Carson said.
“I need an Adam!” exclaimed Remy. “But how do I find one?”
“Mystia, any ideas?” asked Carson.
“I know someone who might be willing to assist,” Mystia mused. “I’ll ask them and let you know.”
“I would appreciate that greatly,” said Remy. “The Oracle told me about the laws regarding low-level magic users like me and that’s my first priority…getting rid of those and freeing those in bondage. But I need to know which laws should be targeted. After all, I don’t want…”
A whooshing sound interrupted the conversation as two men dressed in uniforms materialized in the living room. Before a word was said, Carson stood up, shielding Remy, his claws and fangs extended,
“Stand down, dog,” one of them ordered. “We’re here on orders by the Witches’ Governing Council and our business does not concern you.”
“You have no right to invade our home,” Carson growled.
“Sorry for the intrusion,” the second guard said, quietly. “We are just following orders.”
Mystia rose, her eyes studying each guard before saying, “Who on the Governing Council issued this order?”
“I don’t know what you mean…the Governing Council issued the order…here see for yourself,” the second guard said, holding out a piece of paper.
Taking it, Carson read it, then passed it to Mystia, before saying, “Your order is worthless. The Governing Council has no authority over the Keeper of All Magic. You should know that, so why are you here?”
When no one answered his mate’s question, Remy finally spoke. “I’m the Keeper of All Magic and my mate is correct. As Ruler of the Mystic Realm, no one on the Governing Council has the power to order me to do anything…and that includes taking me…unwillingly, I might add…anyplace. Now, I order you to answer my mate’s question.”
“Keeper,” answered the second guard, “we are never told the reason why an order is given to us…”
“Shut up, you fool,” the first guard snarled. “To be Keeper of All Magic he must have a mate…which he does not. He’s a fake.”
“Why do you say that?” asked Mystia.
“Who are you and by what authority do you have the right to interfere in the Council’s business?” asked the first guard, aggressively.
