I yanked my bag back. “Let me look.”
He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.
I rummaged through, pulling out a handful of small items.
“What’s this?” Liam plucked a folded map from my hand.
I yanked it back out of his grasp and placed it back in the bag. “Nothing.”
Mara had given me a map of all the blue doors in America. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the greatest idea if Liam had it. I pulled out my last two vials of pricklewart juice. “Here. Pricklewart juice makes you invisible for a few minutes.”
Liam’s eyes bulged. “Is that how you got in the houses?”
I nodded.
He snatched the two vials. “This is good. He’ll take it.” Then he stepped out, letting Bashur follow.
I slipped my dagger into my waistband and Liam shook his head. “No weapons. Are you kidding me?” He face-palmed and I wanted to throat punch him.
How had we just had the best floating ceiling sex of my life last night? And now this?
I threw my dagger onto the floor of the car and stepped out, slamming the car door in anger.
Liam frowned. “Are you pissed at me or something?”
I crossed my arms. “I’m fine.”
Liam chuckled. “I don’t know about Fae chicks, but when a human woman says she’s fine—”
“Should I transform and bring the car?” I cut him off, trying to keep it business as usual.
Fae chick?This guy was infuriating. Call me a Fae chick one more time, bud. Was he seriously clueless about last night and why I was mad?
He looked around at the fancy neighborhood and waved his hand. “Nah. Leave it here.”
With that, I spun on my heel and started up the steps. Liam sidled right up next to me, taking them two at a time. We were halfway up the steep row of steps when the door opened.
I jumped a little, not expecting that.
My gaze fell on the man who was at least seven feet tall standing in the doorway. He pointed at Bashur with a long, crooked finger. “The Urisk must stay in the car.”
Urisk?My eyes widened as I looked at the giant dog. Bashur froze and growled low in his throat but I clapped my hands to stop him and pointed to the car. “Go Bash.”
A Urisk? Surely Mara wouldn’t be sharing her home with that kind of demonic Fae creature…
She was a master at illusion though, I watched Bashur walk away and wondered if that was his true form. A Urisk?
“Well, well, if it isn’t the prince of darkness,” the man called, his sharp nose hanging far off his face. I could tell from his long pointy ears that he was Fae, full-blooded, and utterly hideous. There was a sect of Fae that hailed from the Dark Forest that we called warlocks, but what they really were was dark magic users. Rumored all dead … except for this dude apparently.
“Jasper, buddy, I just love when you call me that,” Liam growled as he reached the top step.
Prince of darkness. Very cute.Not.
I slowed my pace, growing nervous about this warlock.
“And what do we have here?” He turned to fully face me and I almost gasped at his completely bald head. There was a tattoo of a green snake going in a spiral around the entire thing and ending at his forehead. Remembering Liam’s advice not to stare, I looked at the ground.
“This is my new seeker friend,” Liam stated. “We have a common goal and need your advice.”
