Fulbright must actually be busy with real police work. I had to admit the twinge in my belly was one of disappoint ment that the hunky Saleem was nowhere to be found.
What was it about that guy that made me think bad thoughts? Sure , he was hot, and had a great bod, and all those sexy tattoos.
Don't forget he's a demon , I reminded myself.
Sure , he's technically a demon, but djinn have been part of the human world forever. I sighed. Just my luck there will be a law somewhere that says a mage can't have the hots for a djinn.
I turned my attention back to Drake and studied his profile. Drake always stayed by my side. The last nine years. That's not to say he didn't go off on his own every now and again. But he always came back. He always came back to look out for me.
I never asked him where he went or who he saw on his trips. He was always tight lipped about his family and friends, and to this day I still did not know how he ended up under Storm's protection.
We'd gone head-to-head a few times in the past but it was not often that I saw Drake as upset as he was today. I sighed and said, "Okay, fine, we'll see Natasha before we go see the necromancer."
"I knew you had no intention of seeing her, despite what you said to me and Steph." Drake kept his eyes on the road. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"No matter what you think of me , I don't like you to worry. So let's go see the white witch first. Who knows, maybe I could use a little white magic to counteract the dark."
Drake snorted, but I didn't miss the small curve of his lips as he tried not to smile. He was cute when he smiled. Not my kind of cute, though. We really needed to find Drake a girlfriend. Drake's last paramour was as dark as they came. Maybe it's time to find him someone a little nicer and a lot more permanent.
The car was silent as we made our way through streets guarded by overhanging elms and oaks. A normal street in a normal suburb just like any other. Who would imagine that a gargoyle and a mage had just driven by. I didn't break the silence, just enjoyed the quiet ride.
I only paid attention once suburb became country. I enjoyed the sights of rows and rows of corn and whatever other green stuff it was the farmers planted. At last we turned onto an unpaved road and bounced around for at least ten minutes before we arrived at an abandoned farmhouse.
Bordered on three sides by a forest of elms and oaks, the house looked ready to fall in on itself. Cracked and boarded up windows dotted the front of the building, while the porch stairs teetered dangerously. A stiff breeze sent an ancient rocking chair moving back and forth eerily.
The house said 'stay away' and yet I didn't listen. I grabbed my bag and shut the car door. Drake did the same, following close behind me as I tried the stairs to the porch, hoping I didn't fall through. But the floorboards were firm under my feet and I smiled. Natasha was really good at her glamor magic. So good that sometimes even I couldn't see through it unless I paid really close attention.
The air beside me shifted , and even before I looked, I knew that Drake would've gone invisible. I had always found the gargoyle's power to become invisible pretty cool. I nodded, knowing he would see me. Knowing too, especially since we had come to see the white witch, it was probably better if she didn't see him.
***
Chapter 12
I knocked lightly on the door and it opened almost immediately under my touch. I was a little startled and had to remind myself I'd come to visit a witch. Of course there would be magic around.
Natasha smiled up at me, honey brown eyes beaming cheerfully, the morning light catching the silvery highlights in her pale hair. "Well, hello Mel. I had a feeling I'd be seeing you soon."
"Of course, you would have a feeling ." I snorted as she moved aside for me.
I entered, turning back when Natasha remained at the door , her spine stiff. Uh oh. She stood on the threshold, staring out at the
What was it about that guy that made me think bad thoughts? Sure , he was hot, and had a great bod, and all those sexy tattoos.
Don't forget he's a demon , I reminded myself.
Sure , he's technically a demon, but djinn have been part of the human world forever. I sighed. Just my luck there will be a law somewhere that says a mage can't have the hots for a djinn.
I turned my attention back to Drake and studied his profile. Drake always stayed by my side. The last nine years. That's not to say he didn't go off on his own every now and again. But he always came back. He always came back to look out for me.
I never asked him where he went or who he saw on his trips. He was always tight lipped about his family and friends, and to this day I still did not know how he ended up under Storm's protection.
We'd gone head-to-head a few times in the past but it was not often that I saw Drake as upset as he was today. I sighed and said, "Okay, fine, we'll see Natasha before we go see the necromancer."
"I knew you had no intention of seeing her, despite what you said to me and Steph." Drake kept his eyes on the road. "Why the sudden change of heart?"
"No matter what you think of me , I don't like you to worry. So let's go see the white witch first. Who knows, maybe I could use a little white magic to counteract the dark."
Drake snorted, but I didn't miss the small curve of his lips as he tried not to smile. He was cute when he smiled. Not my kind of cute, though. We really needed to find Drake a girlfriend. Drake's last paramour was as dark as they came. Maybe it's time to find him someone a little nicer and a lot more permanent.
The car was silent as we made our way through streets guarded by overhanging elms and oaks. A normal street in a normal suburb just like any other. Who would imagine that a gargoyle and a mage had just driven by. I didn't break the silence, just enjoyed the quiet ride.
I only paid attention once suburb became country. I enjoyed the sights of rows and rows of corn and whatever other green stuff it was the farmers planted. At last we turned onto an unpaved road and bounced around for at least ten minutes before we arrived at an abandoned farmhouse.
Bordered on three sides by a forest of elms and oaks, the house looked ready to fall in on itself. Cracked and boarded up windows dotted the front of the building, while the porch stairs teetered dangerously. A stiff breeze sent an ancient rocking chair moving back and forth eerily.
The house said 'stay away' and yet I didn't listen. I grabbed my bag and shut the car door. Drake did the same, following close behind me as I tried the stairs to the porch, hoping I didn't fall through. But the floorboards were firm under my feet and I smiled. Natasha was really good at her glamor magic. So good that sometimes even I couldn't see through it unless I paid really close attention.
The air beside me shifted , and even before I looked, I knew that Drake would've gone invisible. I had always found the gargoyle's power to become invisible pretty cool. I nodded, knowing he would see me. Knowing too, especially since we had come to see the white witch, it was probably better if she didn't see him.
***
Chapter 12
I knocked lightly on the door and it opened almost immediately under my touch. I was a little startled and had to remind myself I'd come to visit a witch. Of course there would be magic around.
Natasha smiled up at me, honey brown eyes beaming cheerfully, the morning light catching the silvery highlights in her pale hair. "Well, hello Mel. I had a feeling I'd be seeing you soon."
"Of course, you would have a feeling ." I snorted as she moved aside for me.
I entered, turning back when Natasha remained at the door , her spine stiff. Uh oh. She stood on the threshold, staring out at the
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