Page 46 of Dark Wings


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I looked at the shed through the window. The door was wide open and I could see movement on the inside, even though I couldn’t distinguish what was happening exactly.

I started for the door, but it opened and Levi stepped in. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got Heidi.”

“Morning to you too,” I muttered.

He walked past me and got some of the plates from Lacey. “Good news. I talked to Burgin, one of my men. He found out who the mansion belongs to.” He brought the plates to the table. “It’s not Molraz.”

My stomach dropped. “It’s not?”

“No.” He slipped on to the bench and started piling his plate with pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. “It’s another demon who supposedly buys extremely rare supernatural items on the black market. His human name is Duncan Kensington and his house has a state-of-the-art security system, plus a dozen guards and dogs trained to attack.”

“Paranoid much?” Lacey turned off the stove and joined us at the table.

Levi shrugged. “I would be too if the contents of my mansion were estimated at over seven billion dollars.”

“Wait.” I raised a finger. “Are you saying my wings have a price tag?”

“From what I heard, he bought them on the black market, sweetheart.”

My stomach turned and I almost snapped at him, but I knew it wasn’t his fault. I was the one who had lost them and now I was paying for it.

“What’s the plan? We’ll raid his house?”

“Actually, Burgin already contacted his guy. He won’t meet with us, but his secretary, Lars, will.”

“What do you mean? How did you do that?”

“I told him I have a rare item his boss will want to acquire, and I would love to discuss the details.” He winked at me. “I’m full of tricks, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I know.”

My cheeks flamed after I said that. He had probably been tricking me last night when he almost kissed me, and I would have fallen for it.

Lacey glanced from him to me, and back at him.

“Anyway, sweetheart, we leave as soon as we eat and get the potion from Heidi.”

“It should be ready soon,” Lacey said. “Then you two can go.”

“You two? You’re not going?”

She shook her head, her expression dejected. “I’ll stay with Heidi for a few days. She needs my help.”

I opened my mouth to protest. She was stepping away to let her brother throw his charms at me, and I would fall, I knew I would. I wasn’t as strong as I wanted to be. It might be a great one-night stand, but damn, I didn’t have time for that.

Before I could say anything, the door opened and Heidi entered the kitchen. She dragged her feet to the table and stared at us with a smile.

“It’s so good to see my house so lively,” she said, her voice frail.

My heart gave a little squeeze. The old witch looked a lot older today. Her hair needed a good brush, her clothes were rumpled, and there were heavy bags under her eyes. Even her movements were slower than before, as if it was hard to move.

I glanced at Lacey and her eyes told me everything. That was why she was staying, because from last evening to now something had drained Heidi’s energy … and that something was me. Or rather, the potion she had made for me.

The hand around my heart clutched harder.

Still smiling, Heidi slipped onto the seat beside Lacey and handed me what looked like a glorified shoebox. “The potions.”

I opened the lid and gawked at it. There were so many … I did a quick estimate, and if I was right, there was enough to last me two months. “This is amazing.” I closed the lid. “But this is too much. These potions cost a lot, I know that. It can’t be a gift and?—”

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