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“But it helps you, too. Don’t deny that.”
“I would never try.”
Biting my lip, I look away. I’ve been so busy worrying about my feelings and all the changes in my life that I didn’t think big picture.
“You’re right.”
He lets out a sigh of relief. “Where is your emblem? Your flat?”
I shake my head. “The shop.”
“We should go now. If Mathias learns you have the other half of the key, ’tis but a matter of time before he breaks in to find it.”
“We can’t waste a minute,” Bram says from the hall, peering through the slightly open door. “If we run into trouble, Lucan and I will do our best to dispense with anyone magical. Marrok can handle the zombies.”
I sigh. Stress weighs on me. When did my life become so complicated?
When I met Marrok. From the moment he walked into my gallery, everything has been, as the Brits say, topsy-turvy. I’m damn sick of it all.
“Let’s go.” I stand.
“Another bloody car ride?” Marrok grumbles.
“Or teleporting. Your choice,” Bram quips.
Marrok glares. “Drive.”
We pile into one of Bram’s fifteen cars, this one a Hummer. Sleek, black, looking as if it could hold a dozen people. But somehow when Marrok and the two testosterone-oozing wizards pour themselves inside, the interior seems cramped.
“Keys to your shop?” Bram prompts, palm outstretched.
I shrug. “They were in my purse the night Marrok took me to his cottage, and I never retrieved it before the Anarki… Wait, how has Sabelle been getting in?” I turn to Marrok. “I assumed you gave Bram the keys to pass on to his sister.”
“You had no magical protection around the shop, so it was easy to break in,” Bram supplies.
“Nice,” I huff.
“Sabelle locked the door behind her.”
Yeah, he’s totally not getting the point. Then I frown. “Wait. I had no magical protection around the shop?”
“You didn’t think Sabelle would leave it wide-open, did you?”
Honestly, I haven’t pondered the question at all. “So how can you just break in?”
“Being Sabelle’s trusted relative, she shared the counterspell with me.”
“While we’re here in the city, do you think we could stop by my flat and pick up my clothes? I’d like to have my own things to change into.”
Bram scans the interior and consults the others without a word. “It would be better if you found new clothes.”
“I’m partial to my things. I’d like to have my own toothbrush, a damn bra—”
“I can guess what happened to your last one.” Bram laughs.
“Can it.” I cross my arms over my chest because he’s not wrong. “And take me to my place.”
Cruising the streets of London with three hulking men—one of whom is my “husband”—running from a band of evil wizards, knowing that a trinket I possess might be the key to saving the world from doom… It’s a lot to handle.
