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phone out of my pocket and glanced at the time. It was three o’clock. “We’re going to need to alert the Alpha Council soon, but I want to know more about this greater power that Victor is seeking. That sounds really bad.”
Aidan scrubbed a hand over his face, his gaze worried. “I agree. Whatever he’s seeking, we can’t let him get it. And we need to know more about his Transylvanian castle. If we’re going to rescue any FireSouls, we’ll need more details abut the castle’s defenses. Going in blind is a death wish.”
“We could ask Aethelred to scry for us.” Aethelred was the only seer who I knew personally. He wasn’t always a fan of me, but he’d help.
“Good idea,” Aidan said.
“I’m going to call him. If he’s in Darklane, I can head over there now. You can call the Alpha Council and tell them what’s up.”
“We have no evidence of Dermot Mulvey’s betrayal or Victor’s intentions, so I’m going to have to talk to the Alpha Council in person and hope they believe me,” Aidan said. “And now that Dermot is dead, it’s going to be even harder.”
“Good point.” Accusations should be made in person. That way, they’d at least take the claim seriously. Just calling up on the phone and naming names was suspicious.
But it was too dangerous for me to go with him when they could possibly sense what I was. I’d gone to their stronghold twice before, and both times had been risky as hell. I couldn’t go back. Mathias, the one Shifter who knew what I was, had made that clear.
“Call Aethelred,” Aidan said. “I’ll go with you to Darklane, then I’ll head to Scotland to meet with the Alpha Council.”
“Good plan. While you’re there, I’ll practice my magic.”
Aidan glanced around. “You shouldn’t practice here.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” I looked around at the big, beautifully manicured lawn. The house sat on the grass back from the sea, edged on both sides by trees. I’d blow this place right up.
“I’m not worried about the house,” Aidan said. “But we’re too close to the city. Dermot’s home was hidden by illusion, so hopefully that concealed most of the blast. But here, someone could see. If you thought folks were scared of you when you were a FireSoul, that’s nothing compared to how they would feel if they knew what you can do now.”
I blanched. “Good point.”
“You can practice on my land in Scotland. It’s near the Alpha Council headquarters.”
“All right. I’ll call Aethelred, then we’ll head to Scotland.”
Fortunately, Aethelred was home when I called. He agreed to meet with us in exchange for a bag of Connor’s famous Cornish Pasties. I hadn’t realized he was familiar with Conner’s specialty, since he rarely left Darklane. Apparently his powers extended farther than I thought, and he knew where to get the best grub in town.
When we pulled up to Aethelred’s door in Darklane, the part of town where the dark magic practitioners hung out, it didn’t look like anyone was home. The curtains were drawn on the narrow windows of the tall row home. Like all the rest, the home’s exterior was a soot-covered Victorian building with intricate architecture and bright paint peeking out from beneath the grime. In Aethelred’s case, the house was blue. Or it had been once.
I climbed out of Aidan’s car, the bag of pasties clutched in my fist. I’d snuck one on the way here—a beef and potato that had been delightful—so I was no longer hungry. Hopefully Aethelred wouldn’t notice that the bag wasn’t quite full.
“It’s always so dark here,” I said. It was like the tall, narrow buildings blocked out the sun. Or the taint of dark magic polluted the place.
“It’s not my favorite part of town, either,” Aidan said as he climbed the narrow steps ahead of me and rapped on the door, using the brass falcon door knocker.
The door opened immediately, and a wizened old man dressed in a navy velour track suit
Aidan scrubbed a hand over his face, his gaze worried. “I agree. Whatever he’s seeking, we can’t let him get it. And we need to know more about his Transylvanian castle. If we’re going to rescue any FireSouls, we’ll need more details abut the castle’s defenses. Going in blind is a death wish.”
“We could ask Aethelred to scry for us.” Aethelred was the only seer who I knew personally. He wasn’t always a fan of me, but he’d help.
“Good idea,” Aidan said.
“I’m going to call him. If he’s in Darklane, I can head over there now. You can call the Alpha Council and tell them what’s up.”
“We have no evidence of Dermot Mulvey’s betrayal or Victor’s intentions, so I’m going to have to talk to the Alpha Council in person and hope they believe me,” Aidan said. “And now that Dermot is dead, it’s going to be even harder.”
“Good point.” Accusations should be made in person. That way, they’d at least take the claim seriously. Just calling up on the phone and naming names was suspicious.
But it was too dangerous for me to go with him when they could possibly sense what I was. I’d gone to their stronghold twice before, and both times had been risky as hell. I couldn’t go back. Mathias, the one Shifter who knew what I was, had made that clear.
“Call Aethelred,” Aidan said. “I’ll go with you to Darklane, then I’ll head to Scotland to meet with the Alpha Council.”
“Good plan. While you’re there, I’ll practice my magic.”
Aidan glanced around. “You shouldn’t practice here.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” I looked around at the big, beautifully manicured lawn. The house sat on the grass back from the sea, edged on both sides by trees. I’d blow this place right up.
“I’m not worried about the house,” Aidan said. “But we’re too close to the city. Dermot’s home was hidden by illusion, so hopefully that concealed most of the blast. But here, someone could see. If you thought folks were scared of you when you were a FireSoul, that’s nothing compared to how they would feel if they knew what you can do now.”
I blanched. “Good point.”
“You can practice on my land in Scotland. It’s near the Alpha Council headquarters.”
“All right. I’ll call Aethelred, then we’ll head to Scotland.”
Fortunately, Aethelred was home when I called. He agreed to meet with us in exchange for a bag of Connor’s famous Cornish Pasties. I hadn’t realized he was familiar with Conner’s specialty, since he rarely left Darklane. Apparently his powers extended farther than I thought, and he knew where to get the best grub in town.
When we pulled up to Aethelred’s door in Darklane, the part of town where the dark magic practitioners hung out, it didn’t look like anyone was home. The curtains were drawn on the narrow windows of the tall row home. Like all the rest, the home’s exterior was a soot-covered Victorian building with intricate architecture and bright paint peeking out from beneath the grime. In Aethelred’s case, the house was blue. Or it had been once.
I climbed out of Aidan’s car, the bag of pasties clutched in my fist. I’d snuck one on the way here—a beef and potato that had been delightful—so I was no longer hungry. Hopefully Aethelred wouldn’t notice that the bag wasn’t quite full.
“It’s always so dark here,” I said. It was like the tall, narrow buildings blocked out the sun. Or the taint of dark magic polluted the place.
“It’s not my favorite part of town, either,” Aidan said as he climbed the narrow steps ahead of me and rapped on the door, using the brass falcon door knocker.
The door opened immediately, and a wizened old man dressed in a navy velour track suit
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