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Natural Mage (Magical Mayhem #2)(45)
Author: K.F. Breene

“I was. I used you from the distance. You can use me. It’s just a matter of reaching out.”

He shook his head slowly and his eyes dipped to my lips. “That kind of sharing still isn’t second nature to me. Maybe this special ability of yours is like my foresight. A special gift, in additional to being a natural. You can feel and siphon magical ability from those around you. Borrow their abilities and make them your own.”

“Or maybe I just like sharing,” I said with a small smile, “and willingly opening myself up to experiences.”

“Maybe we’ll have to practice opening up to experiences.”

His voice, deep and low, spoke of a different sort of practice. A more intimate kind of practice that I was desperate to explore with him.

“We gotta go.” Reagan snapped the phone shut, making me jump. “Red is mostly talking gibberish, but he knows something. I can tell when he’s trying to be invasive.”

“Invasive?” Emery’s brow furrowed and he glanced at her, equally taken out of the moment.

“Evasive. Whatever.” She stalked toward the door, waving her finger at the ground as she did so. “Get these rocks picked up. You might need them.”

33

“What are you thinking?” Emery asked Reagan as he met her at the car with me in tow. The sun was nearly gone from the sky, leaving long shadows.

“I’m thinking I still miss the Lamborghini.” She pulled open the driver’s door and sat down behind the wheel.

Emery opened the rear door. “Do you mind if I sit in the front?” he asked me. “I want to get a feel for what she’s planning. She doesn’t seem like the strategic type, and I—”

“Yes, sit in the front.” I dropped onto the seat and pulled in my legs. “You’ll be better at steering her than I will.”

“Nothing to steer,” Reagan said as Emery shut my door and sat in front of me. “We’re just going to get some information from my good buddy Red, and then we’re going to figure out what to do with that information. I’ve done this a million times.”

“If you’re so close to Red, why did he call Penny?” Emery asked.

“Two reasons.” Reagan gunned the car down the lane to the highway. “Man, but I do miss that Lamborghini.” She turned. “First, Red doesn’t understand what friendship means. Sure, I make his life hell, but does he get picked on by anyone else? No, he doesn’t.”

I could just barely see Emery nodding slowly.

“Second, Penny’s special look lured him in. He wants to protect her. They all do. It is pretty damn fantastic. I want that talent so bad. Alas, I’ll just have to rely on inspiring blind fear.”

“Penny’s special…look,” he said without inflection.

“Yeah. You’ll see. She hasn’t done it with you yet. It’s this sad puppy sort of look. Pure damsel in distress. It seriously works, trust me. All the boys rush to her side to help.”

“She’s exaggerating,” I said, shaking my head and looking out the window. “The incident she’s talking about was right after I was basically chased out of Darius’s house. I looked like a wet poodle—”

“Wet kitten.”

“—and they were trying to help me. Then Reagan showed up and threw people around and basically kicked down the door.”

“It wasn’t me. Don’t let her fool you—she’s got hidden powers.”

“A lot of them,” he said, still without inflection.

We found a spot to park near the patch of scary men from the last time I’d been in the area. The sinking sun cast deep pools of shadow beneath the trees. Less people were there tonight, and the ones who were didn’t bother to glance up when we stepped out of the car and shut the door. All the same, the feeling of watching eyes and hidden magic hung over me.

Anything could be waiting around here, crouched behind a corner or sitting on a balcony, watching those who passed. They’d have the advantage in almost every scenario. If the Guild wanted to come at us, they’d have plenty of opportunities.

“There. See?” Reagan pointed at me as we crossed the street.

I tried to straighten back up while also letting go of my hoodie, which I was clutching against my chest.

“She looks lost and vulnerable.” Reagan made a beeline for the shifter bar. “But that’s not even the worst of it. Just wait.”

“Are you okay?” Emery asked, his posture nothing like mine. His broad shoulders swayed in time with his confident swagger.

“I’m just not good enough to defend against a surprise attack yet,” I murmured, trying to look everywhere at once. Something felt different about this area. More dangerous. It was early evening this time, not the dead of night, and I was accompanied by two experienced fighters, but it felt like we were heading into a death zone. I didn’t even need my temperamental third eye for this one—I needed to get out of Dodge.

“She’s got nothing to worry about,” Reagan said, her confident swagger nearly matching Emery’s. “If the worst happens, it’ll probably be my ass, not yours.”

Emery narrowed his eyes at her, and I could tell he’d just picked up another clue. Reagan was a terrible secret keeper, and I was an even worse detective. I’d clearly given her a false sense of security.

Music spilled out of the bars ahead and people littered the sidewalks, some shaking and dancing on their way, holding drinks and laughing. A small crowd crossed the street, guys and girls in their twenties, whooping and hollering at nothing I could see.

“I wish I could’ve explored this place like everyone else does,” I reflected without meaning to. “Without the overhanging fear that seems to follow me around lately.”

Emery slipped his hand into mine and entwined our fingers. “We will. Maybe not now, but someday, we’ll drink our way through the town like they’re doing.”

“You’ll end up facedown in the gutter, mark my words.” Reagan slowed near the corner and gestured us to get in toward the side. She turned so she was mostly hidden from the people gathered in front of the bars down the way.

“What are you doing?” Emery asked, scanning the surrounding area.

“Red wanted to meet me at the brewery down the way. A place with a lot of human tourists. He knows I can’t cause a scene in a place like that. Not without Roger breathing down my neck again, and ain’t nobody got time for that.”

“Roger… the Alpha of the North American pack?” Emery’s eyes widened.

“Yeah. We have a love-hate relationship. Anyway, I just want to make sure Red’s gone. If so, then we need to make our way into those bars and see what we can see. If I get close enough, I’ll be able to point out the mages.”

“Given how they react to me, I’ll be able to tell you which mages are friendly and which aren’t,” Emery said dryly.

Reagan turned slowly with glimmering eyes. A smile curled her lips. “Yes, indeedy. Fantastic.” She turned back around. “As soon as we know Red is safely out of the way, we’ll go dangle the bait. Roger may want to do things by the book, but why wait for the Guild to start a fight? Let’s get them to play their cards.”

“Oh good, you’re the bait this time. I like that better.” I felt an itch between my shoulder blades, like someone was focusing so hard on me that they were poking me in the back.

Emery turned before I could, and looked in the direction of the gaze. A group of laughing people wearing beads and funny glasses sauntered down the sidewalk. A couple crossed the street, a man and woman with a slight limp. There were more the other way, coming around the corner. People were everywhere, in all moods. Hiding here would be a piece of cake.

“If we mask ourselves with a spell,” Emery murmured, “we’ll give away what we are.”

I clutched my hoodie again. “Reagan, get this show on the road. I want to get out of here.”

“I’ll get the show on the road, but you’re not getting out of here.” Reagan ducked, bobbed, and weaved, making a fool of herself while trying to scope out the bars. “With Emery here, they’ll be pulling all their resources into one place. And with the Guild’s money and power, a few of the lug nuts in Callie and Dizzy’s groups will be stupid enough to join their forces. Teamed with the creeps who are already loitering around this city, sticking to the outskirts and waiting until the time is right, we’ll have a small army on our hands.”

“They’ll attack during the day so we can’t use the vampires,” Emery said. “Given that they’ve seemed to stop caring about keeping their magic under wraps…” He shook his head and scanned the crowd. “I hate to admit it, but you’re right. We need to dangle some bait.”

“The bait. You,” I said between clenched teeth, my body shaking. I knew a battle was coming. I’d known that for months. But the last few days had given me time to relax in relative safety. Time to better hone my craft. Then Emery had shown up and the danger around me had seemed to melt away.

I’d fallen into my own false sense of security.

And it had just been ripped away.

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