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“Good. I’ll be in touch within forty-eight hours.” Jasper turned to go.
I held my hand out. “Wait a minute.”
He paused and glanced back at me, his black eyes piercing me with his gaze.
I found him interesting. An enigma for the angel realm. Most angels of the realm lived with single-minded determination. One goal: to save souls any way possible. They were almost emotionless about it. But there was plenty of emotion consuming this young man. He was drowning in loss, need, and revenge. And ever since the binding, it was all right at the surface, easy for me to read. We were connected now, and hiding his true feelings would be harder for him.
“Why didn’t you come to us sooner?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I didn’t have enough leverage then.”
I frowned, confused. “We would’ve helped you anyway.”
“Even without the binding spell,” Kane said, his tone neutral.
The kid shook his head. “I couldn’t be sure of that, and I’m not taking any chances. Now, no matter what, because of the spell, you’ll be compelled to help me, and you can’t lie like everyone else I’ve gone to for help.”
“Wait, what does that—?”
Jasper took a step and vanished from the void world.
“Dammit,” Kane muttered.
That foreboding came rushing back. Exactly what kind of binding spell had he used? Binding spells usually meant the parties were magically bound to protect each other. That confidences couldn’t be betrayed. But compulsion? That wasn’t standard. What had we gotten ourselves into?
I blew out a breath and met Kane’s troubled gaze. “Let’s go home.”
He nodded and wrapped his hand around mine.
Together we took a step and found ourselves in the middle of his club. A half dozen patrons were lounging in the blue-velvet–covered seats around the stage while one of the regulars danced to the latest Meghan Trainor song.
Charlie, the club manager, glanced up and startled when she saw us. She rushed over, typing on her phone as she went.
Kane jerked his head toward his office, indicating for her to meet us in there.
She quickened her pace and met us at the door. “Where the hell have you two been?”
My eyes widened in surprise, and before I could answer, Kane pulled me into the privacy of his office. Charlie followed, her mouth rigid and her body stiff with tension.
“Well?” she demanded, standing with her fists at her waist.
Kane sat in his chair behind the large banker’s desk. I leaned against it and picked up his office phone to call Bea. While it rang, I said, “In the angel realm, dealing with Chessandra.”
“For two weeks?”
Kane muttered another curse. That dammed room. I’d never understand how so much time could go by when it felt like only minutes.
I echoed Kane’s curse just as Bea answered.
“Jade?” She sounded wary and hopeful at the same time.
“Yes, it’s Jade. Kane’s hurt. Broken arm, I imagine. Can you meet us to check it out?”
“Where are you?”
“His club.”
“I’m on my way.” The line went dead.
Charlie still stood in the middle of the room, her face turning red with anger. “Do you have any idea what you put us through? The police were called. Lailah and Bea had the entire Witch’s Council out looking for you. And Pyper—”
The door burst open, and the woman in question stormed through, her electric-blue-streaked hair flying behind her. “Holy fuck on a throne of dildos. Explain yourselves.” Without waiting for us to say anything, she bombarded me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” she said into my ear. Then she kissed my cheek and ran to Kane’s side, kneeling near him as they talked quietly.
I turned, and instead of explaining anything to Charlie, I walked over to her and gave her the same kind of hug Pyper had just given me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “We’d never leave y’all on purpose. We were held against our will.”
Her posture
“Good. I’ll be in touch within forty-eight hours.” Jasper turned to go.
I held my hand out. “Wait a minute.”
He paused and glanced back at me, his black eyes piercing me with his gaze.
I found him interesting. An enigma for the angel realm. Most angels of the realm lived with single-minded determination. One goal: to save souls any way possible. They were almost emotionless about it. But there was plenty of emotion consuming this young man. He was drowning in loss, need, and revenge. And ever since the binding, it was all right at the surface, easy for me to read. We were connected now, and hiding his true feelings would be harder for him.
“Why didn’t you come to us sooner?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I didn’t have enough leverage then.”
I frowned, confused. “We would’ve helped you anyway.”
“Even without the binding spell,” Kane said, his tone neutral.
The kid shook his head. “I couldn’t be sure of that, and I’m not taking any chances. Now, no matter what, because of the spell, you’ll be compelled to help me, and you can’t lie like everyone else I’ve gone to for help.”
“Wait, what does that—?”
Jasper took a step and vanished from the void world.
“Dammit,” Kane muttered.
That foreboding came rushing back. Exactly what kind of binding spell had he used? Binding spells usually meant the parties were magically bound to protect each other. That confidences couldn’t be betrayed. But compulsion? That wasn’t standard. What had we gotten ourselves into?
I blew out a breath and met Kane’s troubled gaze. “Let’s go home.”
He nodded and wrapped his hand around mine.
Together we took a step and found ourselves in the middle of his club. A half dozen patrons were lounging in the blue-velvet–covered seats around the stage while one of the regulars danced to the latest Meghan Trainor song.
Charlie, the club manager, glanced up and startled when she saw us. She rushed over, typing on her phone as she went.
Kane jerked his head toward his office, indicating for her to meet us in there.
She quickened her pace and met us at the door. “Where the hell have you two been?”
My eyes widened in surprise, and before I could answer, Kane pulled me into the privacy of his office. Charlie followed, her mouth rigid and her body stiff with tension.
“Well?” she demanded, standing with her fists at her waist.
Kane sat in his chair behind the large banker’s desk. I leaned against it and picked up his office phone to call Bea. While it rang, I said, “In the angel realm, dealing with Chessandra.”
“For two weeks?”
Kane muttered another curse. That dammed room. I’d never understand how so much time could go by when it felt like only minutes.
I echoed Kane’s curse just as Bea answered.
“Jade?” She sounded wary and hopeful at the same time.
“Yes, it’s Jade. Kane’s hurt. Broken arm, I imagine. Can you meet us to check it out?”
“Where are you?”
“His club.”
“I’m on my way.” The line went dead.
Charlie still stood in the middle of the room, her face turning red with anger. “Do you have any idea what you put us through? The police were called. Lailah and Bea had the entire Witch’s Council out looking for you. And Pyper—”
The door burst open, and the woman in question stormed through, her electric-blue-streaked hair flying behind her. “Holy fuck on a throne of dildos. Explain yourselves.” Without waiting for us to say anything, she bombarded me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” she said into my ear. Then she kissed my cheek and ran to Kane’s side, kneeling near him as they talked quietly.
I turned, and instead of explaining anything to Charlie, I walked over to her and gave her the same kind of hug Pyper had just given me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “We’d never leave y’all on purpose. We were held against our will.”
Her posture
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