“The group chat doesn’t work over those kind of distances,” Asher said with a shake of his head.
“I wasn’t thinking group chat.”
“So what were you thinking?” Malice asked.
“Astral projection worked for me and Sunday when we were trying to reach Thorne.” Moira’s gaze landed on me. “I don’t think we can astral project to another realm, but...”
I sighed. “She’s talking about a dreamwalk.”
“Do you think it’ll work? Can you find him?” Kingston asked, his hope so bright it hurt.
“I don’t know, but I can try.”
The relief the others felt at my words should have made me feel good. Like a valued member of the group pulling my own weight. But the truth was, all I felt was a heavy sense of pressure. What happened if I failed? I didn’t want to let any of them, least of all Malice, down.
“Great. Well then, I guess we will call this meeting to a close and regroup after Merri tests Moira’s theory.”
Before Hades had even finished speaking, Kai had dashed from the room. The rest of them left in a steady trickle until the only people who remained were me, Sin, Auntie Lilith, and Crombie.
“Did you need something?” Lilith asked, raising her brow.
“Lilith, something is wrong with your pet. He hasn’t stopped eye-fucking me since I walked in here.”
My aunt sighed, glanced at Crombie, and then shook her head. “Oh yes. I’d almost forgotten. Sin, darling, I have a favor to ask.”
Now Sin and I were the ones with our brows raised.
“You want a favor from me?”
“Technically, my Drystan does. Come on, poppet. Be a big, brave boy and use your words.”
Crombie’s lips twisted in a snarl of displeasure at her teasing before he schooled his face back into its intense mask, and he pulled something from his back pocket. He closed the distance between himself and Sin with heavy steps.
“Would you... that is...” The fae prince blushed, cleared his throat, and tried again. Shoving the black t-shirt and metallic marker he was holding toward Sin, he blurted, “Can I have your autograph?”
I laughed, shaking my head as I left my rock star alone with his adoring fan. Malice and I needed to chat if I was going to attempt to pull his son into a dreamwalk.
Chapter
Three
MALICE
The undeniable sound of breaking glass preceded my entrance into our apartment. Chaos stood in the small kitchen space, hands braced on the counter, shoulders heaving, and shattered dishes in the sink.
“Those bitches just won’t stay gone,” he snarled.
“Well, it seems he took the news exactly as I’d expected,” I muttered, shooting a wary glance at Grimsby, who stood off to the side, watching Chaos in his rage.
“Do you blame him?” Grim murmured.
“No,” I said with a sigh, sitting down heavily in one of the room’s overstuffed armchairs. “But after what Odette put me through, nothing surprises me when it comes to those four. So of course they’d have their hands all over this.”
“We have to put them down. Permanently this time.”
“By all means, please do. But do know that if you’ve been sitting on such a solution all these years, I’ll have your balls for breakfast.”
“Ew,” Merri said with a grimace, standing in the doorway. “I’m not sure I want to hear the rest of this conversation.”
