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sure if she’d gotten through to him until he made a pfft sound.
“No eat clay. Tathe like glue,” Feenix mumbled.
Now Evalle wondered what he’d eaten to taste glue.
She turned up the narrow street to Storm’s house, an older home in an area known as midtown, where a large number of houses had been built in the early 1900s with wide front porches and tiny garages, if any. When she reached the house, she parked in the driveway behind the Land Cruiser.
Evalle had left it in the exact spot where it’d been when she first checked Storm’s house almost two days ago.
She’d known then that he wasn’t in the house or he’d have come out the minute she stepped onto his property. He would be watching for her. If he were in Atlanta, he’d have called her by now.
Or emailed or texted. Something.
Wasn’t this emerald he’d stuck on her chest supposed to be some kind of homing device for him or her? He’d used majik to stick it permanently on her chest before she entered the beast games, saying he could find her that way.
So where was he that he couldn’t get in touch with her some way?
As Nicole prepared to exit the van in her wheelchair, she asked, “You said both notes were found here, so you feel pretty certain Storm did not get yours?”
“Yep. Tzader said the one I left in the bedroom was faced down. I remember wanting to flip it over, but that was the moment when Kizira teleported in and snatched me before I could say a word to Storm.”
“That sucks.”
“I wanted to strangle her at the time, but she was only doing what the Medb queen had compelled her to do. Poor Kizira tried to help me at every turn.”
“I’m sorry for you and Quinn.”
Evalle hadn’t mentioned anything to Nicole before now about Quinn and Kizira, but Evalle had never dealt with someone close to her going through this kind of loss. She was worried about Quinn disappearing and never seeing him again. Nicole was the one person, other than Tzader or Quinn, who Evalle could trust with secrets.
Nicole sat up and took a long look at the house. “Has anyone besides Tzader been in there?”
“Not that I know of. I didn’t go inside after you warned me to leave everything as undisturbed as possible in case I needed help.” The kind of help a witch with a few extra abilities could give Evalle, but staying away from the one place she could feel closest to Storm had been difficult.
Evalle came around and backed Nicole’s wheelchair out of the van, then pushed it over to a side entrance into the kitchen where no one would see her use kinetics to lift Nicole and her chair up through the open door. It took a little more effort than it normally would, but at least her kinetics were still working. Once inside, Evalle stared at the full pot of coffee. Tzader told her that when he’d first walked in, the coffee smelled like it had been freshly made.
Nicole said, “The witch doctor was in here unless Storm allows someone else with dark majik in his home.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I can feel hate lingering in the air. His and another person’s, but the second one is so filled with malice that it reeks of a dark presence.” Nicole sniffed. “Licorice. Smells like someone cooked it on a grill.”
“That would be the witch doctor he’s been hunting, because he smelled that at the beast games last week.”
“Or perhaps she was hunting him ,” Nicole murmured as she wheeled herself forward. “Did you bring the notes with you?”
“Yes.” When Evalle had taken a couple of thirty-minute naps so she wouldn’t fall on her face, she’d slept with the two pieces of paper. Tzader had given her the notes as soon as the battle ended in Treoir. He’d come to Storm’s house searching for Evalle, and evidently he’d arrived right after she’d been teleported away and Storm had left to hunt for the witch doctor. What had happened to make Storm do that on the heels of Evalle leaving?
She didn’t know and she was
“No eat clay. Tathe like glue,” Feenix mumbled.
Now Evalle wondered what he’d eaten to taste glue.
She turned up the narrow street to Storm’s house, an older home in an area known as midtown, where a large number of houses had been built in the early 1900s with wide front porches and tiny garages, if any. When she reached the house, she parked in the driveway behind the Land Cruiser.
Evalle had left it in the exact spot where it’d been when she first checked Storm’s house almost two days ago.
She’d known then that he wasn’t in the house or he’d have come out the minute she stepped onto his property. He would be watching for her. If he were in Atlanta, he’d have called her by now.
Or emailed or texted. Something.
Wasn’t this emerald he’d stuck on her chest supposed to be some kind of homing device for him or her? He’d used majik to stick it permanently on her chest before she entered the beast games, saying he could find her that way.
So where was he that he couldn’t get in touch with her some way?
As Nicole prepared to exit the van in her wheelchair, she asked, “You said both notes were found here, so you feel pretty certain Storm did not get yours?”
“Yep. Tzader said the one I left in the bedroom was faced down. I remember wanting to flip it over, but that was the moment when Kizira teleported in and snatched me before I could say a word to Storm.”
“That sucks.”
“I wanted to strangle her at the time, but she was only doing what the Medb queen had compelled her to do. Poor Kizira tried to help me at every turn.”
“I’m sorry for you and Quinn.”
Evalle hadn’t mentioned anything to Nicole before now about Quinn and Kizira, but Evalle had never dealt with someone close to her going through this kind of loss. She was worried about Quinn disappearing and never seeing him again. Nicole was the one person, other than Tzader or Quinn, who Evalle could trust with secrets.
Nicole sat up and took a long look at the house. “Has anyone besides Tzader been in there?”
“Not that I know of. I didn’t go inside after you warned me to leave everything as undisturbed as possible in case I needed help.” The kind of help a witch with a few extra abilities could give Evalle, but staying away from the one place she could feel closest to Storm had been difficult.
Evalle came around and backed Nicole’s wheelchair out of the van, then pushed it over to a side entrance into the kitchen where no one would see her use kinetics to lift Nicole and her chair up through the open door. It took a little more effort than it normally would, but at least her kinetics were still working. Once inside, Evalle stared at the full pot of coffee. Tzader told her that when he’d first walked in, the coffee smelled like it had been freshly made.
Nicole said, “The witch doctor was in here unless Storm allows someone else with dark majik in his home.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I can feel hate lingering in the air. His and another person’s, but the second one is so filled with malice that it reeks of a dark presence.” Nicole sniffed. “Licorice. Smells like someone cooked it on a grill.”
“That would be the witch doctor he’s been hunting, because he smelled that at the beast games last week.”
“Or perhaps she was hunting him ,” Nicole murmured as she wheeled herself forward. “Did you bring the notes with you?”
“Yes.” When Evalle had taken a couple of thirty-minute naps so she wouldn’t fall on her face, she’d slept with the two pieces of paper. Tzader had given her the notes as soon as the battle ended in Treoir. He’d come to Storm’s house searching for Evalle, and evidently he’d arrived right after she’d been teleported away and Storm had left to hunt for the witch doctor. What had happened to make Storm do that on the heels of Evalle leaving?
She didn’t know and she was
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