Actually, now that I think about it, Ransom doesn’t seem to have those qualities.
We’re assuming that Pete and Murray may be together, or that Murray is on her way to Pete, since she’s gone missing since we freed Merrikh from his prison in the basement of Derek’s house and broke the spells that she had personally cast in order to keep him in there. Which means that she had alerts built into them. I have no idea if those alerts let her know who broke the spells or simply that theyhad been broken, which means that Merrikh had most likely filled whoever freed him in on who helped to put him there in the first place. Which made her disappear just in case. I don’t even know if her disappearance will have any consequences for the witches and warlocks that she’s supposed to be in charge of.
Either way, that’s something else that we need to do sooner rather than later.
Find Pete. My father.
Yikes.
Hopefully, Kar is going to work his magic, literally, and we’ll have a location for him within a week. We need to warn Pete, and I have a few questions that I need to ask, although if you asked me what they were right now, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I know that there are things that I should want to ask, things that I probably need to ask, but I don’t know what they are.
I’m sort of hoping that they will all hit me when I see him, but there’s no guarantee that they will.
Maybe I should start writing them down when I do think of them. That’s a great idea.
If I’m being honest, I am kind of struggling to reconcile the Pete that I know with the fact that he is supposed to be my dad.
I still have no memory of him or my mother, and if I’m being completely honest with myself, again, I have been avoiding thinking too much about it. Which hasn’t been hard because we’ve been so busy with everything else, and we continue to be really fucking busy.
The list that I’ve just made in my mind in order to stop myself from feeling so nervous about meeting Griff’s family doesn’t even cover everything that it needs to.
There’s more, and there are always things that we’re adding.
“They’re going to love you, stop worrying,” Griff says close to my ear, shocking me because I had no idea that he was that close to me.
He chuckles at my reaction, so I do the mature adult thing and move quickly to lick the side of his face.
“Ew, Neith,” Griff chuckles as he wipes the side of his face.
“Technically, that was your fault,” I point out with no logic whatsoever and a giant smile.
“Of course it was,” Griff agrees, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“We’re nearly at the shore. What's the plan?” Reed asks Griff.
“We’re most likely going to be surrounded pretty fucking quickly, but because we came by the clan boats, it should at least give them pause. Let me do the talking,” Griff says. His eyebrows are furrowed and his chocolate eyes dark with worry. He’s clearly not happy about the way that we’re doing this, but there is no other way to do it.
Everyone in our boat nods, and Van sends a quick text to the other boat to let them know the plan.
“The wards that they’ve got around this place are really strong and old too. They are older than any that I have felt for a while, and I have definitely never felt them on this scale,” Ransom says as he looks up. “They’re pretty far out too.”
Griff nods, “I think there is a five-mile perimeter around the island before the wards start. It means that they will be alerted well in time to get to the beach before we arrive. I’m hoping that someone recognizes my energy, but with there being so many of us, it will mix our magical signatures, so it’s unlikely. Hence the caution.”
“Understood, we’ll follow your lead, man,” Reed replies, and as we get closer to the shore, I feel him pull his magic in, locking it down tightly.
Our boat hits the shore first, and the guys begin to drag it up to the rocky beach as the other boat arrives, and they jump out to the same.
“Incoming,” Baz says tensely, his eyes on the sky.
We abandon our bags in the boats and turn to face the woodland in front of us. As we all move closer to Griff, he stays at the front of the group. He looks up, a huge smile on his face as ten gargoyles appear and drop to the ground.
Thankfully, I see recognition light the eyes of the one who lands first, but it confuses me when he points a spear at Griff. The spear is the only slightly archaic thing about him, he’s otherwise dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt. It’s quite a juxtaposition, really.
“Who dares step foot on our land?” The guy asks gruffly.
We all tense.
Griff just chuckles and bats the spear out of the way, “Fuck off, Lachlan. You don’t recognize your own brother?”
