“Okay,” I whispered. Peering around the edge of the wall, I sent my Love Magic forth, seeking Ty's love for Agwusi. It was there, but when I tried to mentally grab it, it slipped through my fingers. “What in the world?”
“What?” Trevor asked.
“I can't hold it.”
“Try again!”
I did, but once more, Ty's love slipped away from me. “It's like it's not fully there.”
“Not zere?” Kirill peered around the wall, leaning over me. “Hmm, neither is he.”
“What?” Trevor and I asked as we stepped out of the alcove.
Agwusi and Ty were still there, but they'd gone transparent. Agwusi glanced up and saw us. Eyes wide, she grabbed Ty's hand, and they disappeared. We gaped at the empty spot they had inhabited. And so did the other pedestrians.
“Did you see that?” a guy next to us asked Trevor.
“What?” Trevor asked.
“Those people just vanished.”
“I saw nothing.” Trevor shrugged, grabbed my hand, and hurried away, Kirill following.
I pulled out my phone to text the others, and seconds after I sent the text, I received three texts in rapid succession. Still walking, I opened them. “Someone just saw Agwusi in Tokyo!”
“Tokyo?” Trevor looked over at my phone.
“Yeah.” I looked at the next text. “Hold on. This says they're both in Paris.” I opened the third text and grimaced. “And this one says she's in New York.”
“What the hell is going on?” Trevor growled.
“I don't know, but no one can be in three places at once.”
“You can,” Kirill said.
“I can be intwoplaces at once because of my time-traveling ring. I do not think Agwusi has a faerie ring.”
“No, but she has broken machine.”
I frowned and looked at Trevor. “Do you think the machine is messing with her too?”
Just then, cubes of rain fell.
Trevor glanced up and said dryly, “Yes, I do.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Texts started pouring in. Gods spotted Agwusi all over the world. We couldn't chase down every lead, but we couldn't ignore them either. So Trevor called his father. The Froekn had already been hunting for Ty. Now, they had specific locations to search. We took one lead and forwarded the rest to Fenrir to dole out. We did that over and over.
It was hours before we saw Agwusi in solid form again. I use the term “solid form” because we saw her everywhere, but these apparitions were like holograms that vanished when touched. At last, we found her—the real Agwusi—alone in Norway.
On the banks of a fjord, Agwusi stood as if waiting for us. Because she was.
Within seconds of arriving, Agwusi ran at me. We weren't expecting that, so we all just stood there for a few integral seconds. I didn't even notice the gold chains in her hands. I should have. They had once bound me in Alfheim. When I noticed them, I assumed Agwusi had stolen them for her machine. I was wrong.
“What the hell?” I looked down as she slapped a manacle around my wrist.
Gleipnir was the name of the chains. The Norse Gods loved to name their belongings. The Dwarves created Gleipnir out of six impossible things so it would hold Fenrir. Not six things that didn't exist, mind you. Six things that were impossible to make chains with. They included the breath of a fish and the sound of a cat's footfall. Those impossible things made some seriously heavy chains. The thing was—they were made to hold Fenrir.Holdhim. That's all. Fenrir had little magic beyond shifting and tracing, and I remembered being able to use my magic when I'd last been bound with them. So, they weren't magic-suppressing.
