Within reason, of course.
There were a lot of sectors I would never want to visit.
Like the various vampire sectors in Greenland.
I’d grown up with V-Clan wolves for a reason. Vampires were a whole different breed of nope.
Lorcan reached for something out of the corner of my eye, causing me to glance at the flashing light that’d seized his attention.
“Yes?” he asked, breaking the silence.
I frowned, not understanding what he meant until Cillian’s voice came through the speakers. “I need you to do a sweep.”
Lorcan’s brow furrowed. “We already did that.”
“I know. I need you to do another one.”
Lorcan didn’t say anything, just stared at the button he’d pressed with an expectant expression.
“Kieran called. He believes one of the Blood Sector Alphas is to blame for the death of Quinnlynn’s parents.” Cillian added after a beat. “I’ve locked down the sector, but I need you to do another security check, just to be sure that it’s safe to land in the Sanctuary.”
Lorcan’s jaw tightened, yet somehow he managed to reply, “Will do,” in a flat tone.
He ended the call and looked at me for a long second.
A Blood Sector Alpha may be the one who assassinated Quinn’s parents?I thought, more to myself than to Lorcan.That’s…
I wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence. I’d always assumed one of the V-Clan Alpha Princes was to blame. Because whoever had killed the MacNamaras had to be powerful. And while all Alphas maintained a certain level of strength, it was the Alpha Princes who usually possessed intense magic.
Shit.
Lorcan flipped some sort of switch—one his mind told me engaged the autopilot feature.
Without a word, we both stood and started searching the jet. Magic had a distinct scent to it, something our wolf senses would be able to detect.
But if the culprit had used technology, then that could become a bit trickier. Lorcan seemed to know what to search for, though, so he took over that task while I used my supernatural nose to hunt for enchantments.
We worked in silence, our minds communicating our lack of findings to each other.
The jet had been thoroughly inspected before we left—both outside and inside. We could only really check the cabin now, at least physically. But I tried to expand my magic search through the walls to the exterior.
An enchantment could be anywhere, could resemble anything, which made it decidedly difficult to find.
I moved closer to the jet door, wanting to find a better way to check the ext—
Power ripped through the air, causing the world to spin violently. A curse left my lips, the jarring sensation sending me toward the ground, only for a pair of sturdy arms to catch me in midair.
I tucked my head into Lorcan’s chest as the dark energy rippled through us, the potency familiar in a way I couldn’t define.
What is that?I asked, shivering against him.
I don’t know,he admitted, holding me closer.Do you still feel it?
I nodded, the hairs along my arms standing on end.It… it feels like a hum of power against my skin.
Lorcan didn’t say anything, but I heard the conflict in his mind. He’d only felt the initial burst of power, nothing else.
Yet that creepy energy seemed to be crawling all over me, sticking to my senses and coating me in some sort of invisible essence.
