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able to hear him, only sense his presence, "and I want to answer them, but there isn't much time. Lex is calling Boaz."
Lucien's eyes flashed to the door, and he balled his fists.
"But it's okay for now . Lex doesn't know who I am, other than I'm a witch. My guess is he's giving me to Boaz, so Boaz can take my magic. He must be pretty desperate if he's got a guy finding witches for him."
Lucien tried again to touch Eve, but it was useless. Or was it? He thought back to when Eve had saved him when he'd been left for dead in a storage unit. Even though her consciousness was all that was with him, she'd managed to free him. If she could do it, then he should be able to too.
"No matter what happens, Lucien," she said, "I need to get out of here before Boaz comes. You're probably already trying to find a way to untie me right now. Normally you could with enough time and magic, but something has been done to this room. It's impermeable to magic. Believe me, I've already tried."
Lucien groaned in frustration.
"This is what needs to happen. You need to find me. I'm not sure I'm even at the club anymore, but I think so. I thought I heard music as Lex left the room. As soon as you find me, I'm going to have to disappear. I can't be here when Boaz comes." She took a deep breath. "I hope you understand. As much as I want to—"
The door opened and in walked a tall man with blond hair. "Boaz is eager to meet you, Laura. He's always excited to meet new witches."
Lucien caught a glimpse of the outside of the room before the door closed. They were definitely still in the club. A bass drum, though muffled, thumped in the distance, and a few people were standing at the end of a long hallway holding glasses in their hands.
"You never told me, Lex," Eve said, "what exactly do you do for witches?"
Lex trailed his finger down her bare leg. "As a Vyel, I'm able to manipulate their magic—make it stronger, weaker, cloak it, steal it. Vyels love magic and we really are the only ones who know how to manipulate it, more than the majority of witches."
"But how does that help us?"
Lucien wanted to stay and listen, but he had to get Eve out of there. He appeared back in the janitorial closet, gasping for air as his consciousness returned to his body. He removed his phone and texted Charlie.
Where are you?
A second later, a text from Charlie appeared: North side, in the corner. I need you to see something.
Lucien hurried to him, once again diving in and out of the buzzing hive.
"Eve's in the building," Lucien yelled to Charlie to be heard over the music. "We have to get her out now. Boaz is on his way."
Charlie pointed to the top of a circular staircase. "I think she's up there."
Lucien glanced to the top. "It's just a dumb prop."
"I'm serious! I know it looks like it's going into the ceiling, but something is happening up there. Open your magical eyes, and you'll see it."
Lucien frowned, but did as Charlie asked. Magic's familiar warmth rushed through his body, creating a deeper, more vibrant world around him. The auras of everyone in the club glowed all different colors. Supernaturals were easily identified by brighter hues. He glanced upward, and his mouth dropped open. There was a second level to the club!
"You're right," Lucien said and placed his foot on the first stair. "There's another floor and a bunch of Supernaturals up there. That must be where Lex is holding Eve."
"I'm going, too."
"You can't. All those Supernaturals up there will know you're a human the moment you step foot up there. It's too risky. Besides, my goal isn't to bring Eve with us. She has to disappear, just like we need to the moment she's free. Boaz is coming."
Charlie's Adam’s apple moved up and down. "Save her then. Now. I'll be at the Deific."
Lucien didn't say goodbye. He hurried up the stairs, then slowed his movements as he reached the top. The last thing he needed right now was to stand out.
He stepped onto the second floor and walked through
Lucien's eyes flashed to the door, and he balled his fists.
"But it's okay for now . Lex doesn't know who I am, other than I'm a witch. My guess is he's giving me to Boaz, so Boaz can take my magic. He must be pretty desperate if he's got a guy finding witches for him."
Lucien tried again to touch Eve, but it was useless. Or was it? He thought back to when Eve had saved him when he'd been left for dead in a storage unit. Even though her consciousness was all that was with him, she'd managed to free him. If she could do it, then he should be able to too.
"No matter what happens, Lucien," she said, "I need to get out of here before Boaz comes. You're probably already trying to find a way to untie me right now. Normally you could with enough time and magic, but something has been done to this room. It's impermeable to magic. Believe me, I've already tried."
Lucien groaned in frustration.
"This is what needs to happen. You need to find me. I'm not sure I'm even at the club anymore, but I think so. I thought I heard music as Lex left the room. As soon as you find me, I'm going to have to disappear. I can't be here when Boaz comes." She took a deep breath. "I hope you understand. As much as I want to—"
The door opened and in walked a tall man with blond hair. "Boaz is eager to meet you, Laura. He's always excited to meet new witches."
Lucien caught a glimpse of the outside of the room before the door closed. They were definitely still in the club. A bass drum, though muffled, thumped in the distance, and a few people were standing at the end of a long hallway holding glasses in their hands.
"You never told me, Lex," Eve said, "what exactly do you do for witches?"
Lex trailed his finger down her bare leg. "As a Vyel, I'm able to manipulate their magic—make it stronger, weaker, cloak it, steal it. Vyels love magic and we really are the only ones who know how to manipulate it, more than the majority of witches."
"But how does that help us?"
Lucien wanted to stay and listen, but he had to get Eve out of there. He appeared back in the janitorial closet, gasping for air as his consciousness returned to his body. He removed his phone and texted Charlie.
Where are you?
A second later, a text from Charlie appeared: North side, in the corner. I need you to see something.
Lucien hurried to him, once again diving in and out of the buzzing hive.
"Eve's in the building," Lucien yelled to Charlie to be heard over the music. "We have to get her out now. Boaz is on his way."
Charlie pointed to the top of a circular staircase. "I think she's up there."
Lucien glanced to the top. "It's just a dumb prop."
"I'm serious! I know it looks like it's going into the ceiling, but something is happening up there. Open your magical eyes, and you'll see it."
Lucien frowned, but did as Charlie asked. Magic's familiar warmth rushed through his body, creating a deeper, more vibrant world around him. The auras of everyone in the club glowed all different colors. Supernaturals were easily identified by brighter hues. He glanced upward, and his mouth dropped open. There was a second level to the club!
"You're right," Lucien said and placed his foot on the first stair. "There's another floor and a bunch of Supernaturals up there. That must be where Lex is holding Eve."
"I'm going, too."
"You can't. All those Supernaturals up there will know you're a human the moment you step foot up there. It's too risky. Besides, my goal isn't to bring Eve with us. She has to disappear, just like we need to the moment she's free. Boaz is coming."
Charlie's Adam’s apple moved up and down. "Save her then. Now. I'll be at the Deific."
Lucien didn't say goodbye. He hurried up the stairs, then slowed his movements as he reached the top. The last thing he needed right now was to stand out.
He stepped onto the second floor and walked through
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