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“My guess is that Erasmus has another one.”
“Another key?” Jewels asked.
“Yes.”
“So…” Max rubbed his chin. “His townhouse, then.”
Malakai said, “Another break-in?”
Sabrine shrugged. “We could try knocking and see if he gives it to us.”
“The man’s spelled,” Dallas said. She chewed on her lip. “Pretty sure he can’t say shit, and maybe can’t even give it to us, if he even has it.”
“He does have it,” Sabrine insisted. “No room for pessimism right now, Dal.” She glanced about the group. “Okay, so, who’s going and who’s staying?”
“I’m going,” Malakai said. “If any break-ins are happening, I want to be involved.”
“I’ll stay,” Travis said. Anything to get away from Malakai.
Jewels said, “I’ll stay too.” When her brother shot a look her way, she rolled her eyes. “Malakai…” Her tone was a warning. Travis bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “What did I say?”
He scowled. “Fine. Who else is coming with me? I don’t even know where this townhouse is.”
“I’ll go,” Max said. “Dallas?”
“Right behind you.” She linked arms with Sabrine, who looked over her shoulder at Logan.
“Stay with them?” Sabrine asked him.
Logan’s wolf eyes were the same shade as the lantern light. “You got it.”
Sabrine winked. “Don’t get caught.”
“I don’t think anyone’s home,” Dallas said.
Max knocked again—quietly. It was late, and this neighborhood in Oceana was filled with the kind of people who would call the cops on you for not putting your garbage bin on the curb at the right time. There were neighborhood watch signs everywhere; Max wouldn’t be surprised if cops were already on their way.
Malakai was texting, the screen light limning his beard and accentuating the harsh lines of his face. “Asp says the spells will be down in two minutes.”
Max stepped back and craned his neck to see the windows on the second floor. All were dark. “If they are home, we’re going to put the old fuck into cardiac arrest.”
Malakai shut off his screen and slid the device into his pocket. “Who cares? He’s nothing but problems. Maybe it’s time he did us a favor and croaked.”
Max felt the spells come down. The sudden absence of magic raised a prickle on his skin and erased a layer of white noise that made everything eerily quiet.
“Step aside,” Malakai said, pushing his way through. He had a long, thin piece of metal in hand.
Sabrine said, “You’re going to pick the lock with a bobby pin?”
“It’s Aspen’s.” He slid it into the lock in the knob.
Max gave Dallas a look of amusement. “Says the guy whose hair is longer than hers,” he said around a huff of laughter.
Malakai glowered over his shoulder. “It’s not a regular bobby pin, dumbass, it’s her special lock pick.”
There was a faint click, and the knob turned with ease.
“Told ya,” he whispered.
