Page 76 of The War is Coming

Wynter walked closer and looked, shaking his head. “Nope, can’t see it.”

“Blake, Henry, do you have time to help us?” Saxon asked.

“I can,” Henry replied happily.

“I can help for an hour or so,” Blake added.

“I need to catch up on some work, so will see you all later,” Baylan said, pulling Blake into a quick kiss. He pulled back. “Have fun, all of you.”

“We will,” Henry said.

“Saxon, now that we pointed out Tatum’s shadow, can your magic record what it looks like? Is that even a thing?” Henry asked.

“No idea, Henry, but we can find out. If it can, then I should be able to tweak the magic to find Barnabus’ shadow.”

Henry floated to Tatum’s shadow. “It’s here.”

“Let me give it a go.”

“Tatum, while Saxon is doing that. Who asked you to release Barnabus from Tartarus?”

“I don’t know,” the demon said. “Someone sent me a message asking me to meet them in the park. I went, but whoever it was stayed hidden by a group of trees and I think a cloak. They asked me to release Barnabus, and they would pay me for it.”

“Didn’t you think that was strange?” Wynter asked him.

Tatum shook his head. “Not really. I have a bit of a chequered past.”

“Because of the whole being able to get in and out of anywhere?” Blake asked, with no judgement in his voice.

“Yeah. Demons would hire me to retrieve things, and would pay me, usually in cash. I didn’t always know who hired me,” Tatum paused. “I promise I’ve not stolen anything since I left the underworld.”

Blake put his hand on Tatum’s arm. “I never thought you would.”

Wynter pulled Tatum into a hug; Saxon joined them.

Henry walked over. “We can become a crime team, Tatum,” he said, grinning. “We can both pop in and out of places. We’ll be rich.”

Tatum laughed.

“Maybe not, Henry,” Blake said, shaking his head at him.

“Oh, I’ve just had a thought,” Tatum said. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner.”

“Think of what, sweetheart?” Saxon asked.

“Me sending my shadow to spy on Barnabus.” He felt his mates stiffen.

“Thank you for the offer, Tatum, but we have bugs all over the pack house and grounds.”

Saxon and Wynter relaxed.

“Okay, just know the offer is there.”

“So, what do you think?” Puff asked the triplets.

“It would be nice to have more of our things here. It will make it feel more like home,” Able said in reply.

“Our dad changed his will the day after Mum’s funeral. He left everything to the three of us, and asked that you, King Puff, help us sort his estate out. He left you a letter with his will. I have it upstairs,” Eddy said.