Chapter One
Arwell stepped intothe private room, and when Hatcher said, “Lady Fen, this is Arwell Breaker,” the small omega rose to her feet and charged over.
“You cheated!”
“It was an auction, Lady Fen.You can’t cheat.”Arwell grinned as the little, outraged omega shook her finger at her.
“You won every item you bid on.That defied the odds.You cheated.”
Arwell leaned down until her nose was an inch from Lady Fen’s.“Prove it.”
The omega gasped and then looked at the woman she was staring at.“You are...”
“Yes.Use your words.”
Hatcher laughed.“Lady Fen, this is my friend Arwell.She is also an omega of the djinn variety.”
Lady Fen huffed.“What did you do with the ceramics?”
“Donated to the Chinese cultural centre here in the city.Offered any pieces that the government wished to repatriate to them as well.”
Lady Fen leaned back.“You did?”
“Yup.Just ask the coordinator.I just wanted to get the vases and headpieces away from someone who was planning on using them for his next barbeque.”
Hatcher said softly, “She’s serious.She has an affinity for history that is astonishing.”
Arwell smiled and stood straight.“I was trying to goad her into slapping me so I could leave.”
Lady Fen fought a smile as she returned to her seat.
Hatcher smiled.“This is Wei, Strider, and Jasper.Gentlemen, this is my friend Arwell.”
Arwell inclined her head.“Guys, take care of her.She runs hot.”
Wei nodded.“We have already discussed the details.”
Arwell nodded.“Of course you have.She looks so relaxed.It’s like her hair is going to snap.”
Hatcher sighed.“It’s been a stressful day.”
A masculine throat cleared, and Arwell turned her head toward the three men who were sitting and waiting.She wrinkled her nose.One of them was hers.He glowed to her senses.The other two had a different and gold crackle to them.
Her phone went off.“Think of the devil.”She held up her hand when folks around her were talking, and the room went quiet.There was growling and screaming coming from behind the sharp breathing.“Rhea?”
“Yup.Can you drop me a location?I got turned around.”
“Where are you?”
“Fifty feet ahead of shadow mages.”
Arwell flared up.
“Thanks.I see you.How high are your ceilings?”
“We are in a fourteen-foot-high space.”
“Dropping in three.”The call cut off.
