Chapter One
Neith
Withmy gaze finally adjusted to our surroundings, I glance over at the guys to make sure that they’re all okay.
“Hey, you changed,” I blurt out when my eyes land on Baz. Because obviously that’s the most important thing to be concerned about right now, and not the fact that we’re in the middle of the Irish moors for some unknown reason.
Baz’s eyes widen slightly with panic as he looks down at himself, and then he breathes out a sigh of relief.
Well, that was an interesting reaction. I wonder what he thought I meant.
“I’m also not covered in mud and dried blood anymore. Your spirit guide must have something to do with it,” he replies. He crouches low and then stretches his legs out.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Raiden asks, looking slightly amused as he watches Baz do deep side lunges.
Baz shrugs, “I fucking hate jeans, they’re so restrictive.”
“Agreed,” River replies. “When we get back to the house, you can borrow some of my sweatpants, they’re the best.”
“Thanks,” Baz replies, still frowning and making weird leg movements that I’m trying really hard not to laugh at.
I’m obviously not hiding my amusement very well because he glances up at me and smirks, winks at me, and then starts doing even more exaggerated movements as I burst out laughing.
The Voices chastise me, although they do sound amused.
Right, serious situation.
“Ransom, could you . . .” Van starts to ask, and then suddenly I’m no longer being pelted in the face with rain and battered by wind, as Ransom puts a ward up around us to protect us from the elements and from anyone who may be listening.
“You are my favorite today,” I tell him honestly.
He grins, “Good.”
“So, the spirit guides clearly know who you are,” Raiden points out, looking at Baz.
“Fucking hell, you’re right,” Baz frowns, finally stopping moving weirdly. “That didn’t even click when he said it, but it’s obvious from what the little angry raccoon said. They know the real me, not the one who has forgotten.”
“Winston!” I shout. I know that if I were Baz, I would want answers as soon as possible. I definitely wouldn’t want to wait. Unfortunately, and rather predictably, he doesn’t show up. “I’m sorry. To be fair, Ididn’t think he would show up. He doesn’t like answering questions, he just likes making us have more.”
Baz smiles, “Thank you. I appreciate it, but I haven’t had my memory for decades now, a bit longer won’t make a difference. From what I remember about spirit guides, he might not actually know who I am, he could just know that I was meant to find you all.”
“That makes sense, actually. You don’t feel like a stranger,” Reed admits thoughtfully.
Baz smiles, and I think that Reed’s words mean more to him than he wants to let on.
“I think maybe we should work out why Winston transported us to the middle of the Irish moors and just left us here, with no other instructions,” I point out, since we all seem to have gotten a bit distracted and none of us is really focusing on the task at hand.
“He said that we needed to get something,” River replies with a frown. “I’m just glad he let us eat first.”
“It would have been really handy if he’d told us what exactly it was that we needed to get so urgently that it had to be gotten right now, in the middle of a storm, in the middle of the night, rather than telling us in the morning, after Baz got some much needed rest after the shit he’s been through,” I rant. “Actually, fuck that, all of you, apart from Griff and me, because we managed to nap.”
The guys just stare at me for a moment, all of them with the same expression, even Baz, and River pulls me into his arms.
I melt into him.
“It’s alright, deep breath. Maybe call Asael and Betty, they always make you feel better,” he suggests.
“Asael and Betty?” Baz asks.
