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“Was your hair always blue?” Kylar asked, bending to lean his elbows on the counter, his long fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey. “Or was that some sort of side effect to the shit they were doing to you?”
Blue looked to Dominic for the answer.
“Side effect,” the Angel said. “The eyes, the hair, the nails—all the result of modification.”
“Your eyes,” Kylar said, speaking to Roman now. “Your eyes always go dark when you’re using your magic.”
“In a different way than the Sight?” Aspen asked.
“Yeah, the gold in his eyes goes dark.”
“My hair, too,” Roman said, raking a hand through it.
“I also believe,” Arthur said, addressing both Roman and Kylar, “that you could teach yourselves to summon shadows. Not the shadows that already exist in a certain space, but the shadows inside you.” He sipped his tea.
“You’re one of us,” Malakai cut in, thumping yet another cupboard door closed. “By that, I mean Darien and me. We have shadow magic. When the Veil almost fell, it switched from being invisible to being black.” He glanced at Aspen. “Let’s just order pizza—there’s nothing here.”
“So did Travis’s,” Dominic cut in.
“Who cares about him?” Malakai said with a black look.
Dominic’s wings flared out, wind stirring through the room. “I was simply pointing out, dickwad, that Travis and Roman are brothers, so they have the same damn magic.”
Travis walked through the front door then, as if summoned. Jewels came in behind him and shut the door.
“Bout fucking time,” Malakai growled. “Where you been?”
Travis bent to unlace his boots. “We got hungry.”
Malakai ground his teeth. Said to Aspen again, “Let’s just order pizza.”
Aspen sighed and grabbed her phone off the counter. “Pizza it is.”
Roman got out his phone too—checking the screen again to see if Shay had answered the lone message he’d sent her.
She hadn’t.
“Have you heard from Shay?” Ivy asked as she and Jack walked into the room in workout gear, Jack bobbing his head to the music drifting through his earbuds.
“No.” Roman made for the door, ignoring Travis’s probing stare as he passed. He’d let the others explain. “But I’m going after her.” He had no idea where she was or how he could find her when she was gifted with illusion, but going to her apartment was a good place to start.
Over two hours had passed since Darien had left for the hospital, and during that time, Loren had not set one toe outside her bedroom. Dallas had brought her some pizza, which she’d had to force herself to choke down. She didn’t have an appetite.
She lay on her back on the bed, solar amulet in hand. She tipped it this way and that, watching as the metal rays caught the amber light of the sunset streaming in through the bedroom window.
With a sigh, she dropped the amulet and got to her feet. She crossed the room to the dresser and sifted through the contents of her bag that sat on top. If she was going to stay in here until Darien got back, she figured she may as well read. But she couldn’t find her book—the small-town cowboy romance about the arrogant guy and his childhood sweetheart, as Darien had described it. Where had she put it?
As she dug around, she wound up opening a side pouch, her fingers closing around a device. Her cell phone.
Loren looked toward the closed door. Looked back at the device in her hands. It was powered off, but it didn’t surprise her, not for how long she had been in a coma, and not when Tanner had disabled cell phone use. It likely didn’t even have a battery charge.
She stuffed her hand back into the pocket of her bag—
And found a charger.
Her heart broke into a nervous sprint. She stood there for a few minutes, thinking it through. The cons, the risks.
And then she walked to the outlet closest to the bed and plugged it in. She sat down on the mattress, knees bouncing, teeth worrying her lower lip.
