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ever been worn. It was as if we were dealing with a ghost.
But while a ghost could certainly haunt this place, one couldn’t actually own it.
Frowning, I spun around and checked the other bedrooms. The result was, as I’d expected, more big fat zeros.
We headed downstairs. The kitchen was all shiny black and fitted out with silver appliances, and while the result was pretty spectacular, all I could envisage was the multitude of fingerprints and dust that would show unless you were vigilant about cleaning. Which whoever owned this place obviously was, because there wasn’t a speck to be seen.
Thankful I hadn’t ditched the gloves at the warehouse, I carefully opened the drawers and cupboards. All of them contained the usual kitchen paraphernalia, and all of them were as neat as the rest of the house.
“Whoever lives here doesn’t seem to agree with your philosophy when it comes to storing things,” Azriel commented.
I glanced at him as I moved over to the pantry. He stood in the middle of the oversized living area, arms crossed and expression wary. Like he expected something to jump out at us at any minute—and things certainly had during past investigations of places where we weren’t supposed to be.
“And what philosophy would that be?” I said, opening the pantry door.
“To dump items wherever and worry about finding them again later.”
I flashed him a grin over my shoulder. “Do my untidy tendencies bother you?”
“No. I just find them illogical.”
“And now you sound like Spock. And I know that makes no sense because you have no idea who he is.” I paused, my gaze falling on the small black organizer attached to the other side of the door. “Bingo.”
He was beside me in an instant. “You’ve found something?”
“Bills.” I plucked one out and opened it up.
My stomach dropped.
The person who owned this mansion was no stranger.
It was Lauren Macintyre—the dark sorceress who was Lucian’s lover.
Chapter 4
“If you were looking for a connection between our dark sorcerer and Lucian,” Azriel commented, “I think you just found it.”
“But Lauren isn’t the sorcerer we’re looking for. Her magic felt different from the magic I sensed when that first key was stolen.”
“And yet the cuneiform on all the stones—both the ones you discovered today and the one you and Jak discovered underground—bear the same markings and energy quality.”
“Which suggests she’s involved, not that she’s the one we’re looking for.” I shoved the letter back, making sure it was in the exact same position. “Besides, it was a man I saw snatching the key, not a woman.”
“You could have been mistaken. We were under extreme pressure at the time.”
Extreme pressure was putting it mildly, given we’d been under attack from a horde of insane mutant shifters. “Yes, but I’m not mistaken. It was a man.”
“There are male clothes upstairs. If Lauren is not the sorcerer we seek, then perhaps she lives with him.”
That was certainly possible. “We need not only to find out more about her, but to keep an eye on her.” I closed the pantry door. “Which means involving Stane again.”
“This place has no security cameras that he can hack into.”
“No, and that’s an interesting point. Why would she own a massive place like this and have no obvious form of security?”
Did Lauren feel so secure about this location—or maybe even her own skills—that she felt no need for protection? Or was it, perhaps, that all her security was centered on the property’s perimeter rather than within the actual house itself? It would make more sense to be aware of invaders long before they actually reached your door. And while I hadn’t seen a security measure when I’d gone down to the beach, that didn’t mean there wasn’t one. Or that it wouldn’t have reacted if I’d been in human form.
“Obviously, she has no desire for anyone to see what goes on in this house,” Azriel
But while a ghost could certainly haunt this place, one couldn’t actually own it.
Frowning, I spun around and checked the other bedrooms. The result was, as I’d expected, more big fat zeros.
We headed downstairs. The kitchen was all shiny black and fitted out with silver appliances, and while the result was pretty spectacular, all I could envisage was the multitude of fingerprints and dust that would show unless you were vigilant about cleaning. Which whoever owned this place obviously was, because there wasn’t a speck to be seen.
Thankful I hadn’t ditched the gloves at the warehouse, I carefully opened the drawers and cupboards. All of them contained the usual kitchen paraphernalia, and all of them were as neat as the rest of the house.
“Whoever lives here doesn’t seem to agree with your philosophy when it comes to storing things,” Azriel commented.
I glanced at him as I moved over to the pantry. He stood in the middle of the oversized living area, arms crossed and expression wary. Like he expected something to jump out at us at any minute—and things certainly had during past investigations of places where we weren’t supposed to be.
“And what philosophy would that be?” I said, opening the pantry door.
“To dump items wherever and worry about finding them again later.”
I flashed him a grin over my shoulder. “Do my untidy tendencies bother you?”
“No. I just find them illogical.”
“And now you sound like Spock. And I know that makes no sense because you have no idea who he is.” I paused, my gaze falling on the small black organizer attached to the other side of the door. “Bingo.”
He was beside me in an instant. “You’ve found something?”
“Bills.” I plucked one out and opened it up.
My stomach dropped.
The person who owned this mansion was no stranger.
It was Lauren Macintyre—the dark sorceress who was Lucian’s lover.
Chapter 4
“If you were looking for a connection between our dark sorcerer and Lucian,” Azriel commented, “I think you just found it.”
“But Lauren isn’t the sorcerer we’re looking for. Her magic felt different from the magic I sensed when that first key was stolen.”
“And yet the cuneiform on all the stones—both the ones you discovered today and the one you and Jak discovered underground—bear the same markings and energy quality.”
“Which suggests she’s involved, not that she’s the one we’re looking for.” I shoved the letter back, making sure it was in the exact same position. “Besides, it was a man I saw snatching the key, not a woman.”
“You could have been mistaken. We were under extreme pressure at the time.”
Extreme pressure was putting it mildly, given we’d been under attack from a horde of insane mutant shifters. “Yes, but I’m not mistaken. It was a man.”
“There are male clothes upstairs. If Lauren is not the sorcerer we seek, then perhaps she lives with him.”
That was certainly possible. “We need not only to find out more about her, but to keep an eye on her.” I closed the pantry door. “Which means involving Stane again.”
“This place has no security cameras that he can hack into.”
“No, and that’s an interesting point. Why would she own a massive place like this and have no obvious form of security?”
Did Lauren feel so secure about this location—or maybe even her own skills—that she felt no need for protection? Or was it, perhaps, that all her security was centered on the property’s perimeter rather than within the actual house itself? It would make more sense to be aware of invaders long before they actually reached your door. And while I hadn’t seen a security measure when I’d gone down to the beach, that didn’t mean there wasn’t one. Or that it wouldn’t have reacted if I’d been in human form.
“Obviously, she has no desire for anyone to see what goes on in this house,” Azriel
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