“What if they do that?” Ysabella said, making both of us growl. “I don’t mean to be pessimistic, but graves are underground. We aren’t even sure if she’s still alive.”
“She is,” I said, rubbing my chest. “I can feel her.”
“When I said deep, I meant deep,” Marduk explained. “She’d have to be at the bottom of a missile silo before Danzig wouldn’t be able to see the aura.”
“The other problem is that we don’t know where to start looking,” Ysabella said.
“We know where to start,” Marduk said. “You said she went to the office. That’s where Gale must’ve found her. The problem is that tracking them from the ground will take forever.
“We need a flier,” I said. “When I helped Tobias find Briar, he shifted into his bird form and flew me around until I found her.”
“It won’t be night for hours yet,” Marduk said. “We can’t wait that long.”
“Pixies can fly,” Ysabella said. “And their glamor is so good that no one will see them even in broad daylight. That means the kidnappers won’t be alerted that they’ve been found. If they’re human, anyway.”
“Pixie, yes,” I agreed. “Do we know any pixies?”
“Lobo Gris,” Marduk said, tapping frantically at his phone. “One of their pack members is a pixie. Her name is Issy.”
He hit the number for the alpha of the Lobo Gris. Mikey answered on the second ring and Marduk quickly explained what had happened.
“I know Issy would help,” Mikey said. “But she’s in Albuquerque.”
I wanted to scream in frustration, but the alpha was quick to keep talking. “Beatrix is a pixie and an exceptional flier. Let me get you her contact information. If she can’t help, call Mason. He’s a gargoyle and not as fast a flier as a pixie, but with the same glamor to hide in plain sight.”
He hung up and the phone chimed again with Beatrix’s contact information. She was also quick to answer.
“We need help,” I said.
“What? Who is this?” Beatrix asked.
Crap, I was an idiot. I quickly explained who we were and what we needed. She gasped and gave the response we needed.
“Tell me where to meet you. We’ll fly the whole damn county if necessary!”
After we ended the call, Marduk and I were ready to rush to meet Beatrix, but Ysabella stopped us. “Wait a moment.”
“We need to go!” I said.
She shook her head and pointed at the French bulldog, who was fast asleep on his bed. “Why do they want Hugo so badly?”
Her question brought me up short. What was so special about the dog? We all looked at the slumbering Frenchie.
“You’re right, it’s odd,” Marduk said, moving to kneel in front of the dog bed. I stood behind him. “This whole thing seems to revolve around him somehow.”
“I don’t feel any magic radiating off of him,” I said.
“He’s got two collars,” Marduk murmured. “I didn't think about it before, but that’s not normal, right?”
This was the first time I’d noticed it. “One looks like the kind you can buy in any pet shop,” I said. “The other one is odd, isn’t it?”
Marduk ran his fingers under it. “I’m still not feeling any magic.”
“Turn it until we can see the clasp,” Ysabella said from behind me. Marduk did as she asked, and Ysabella sucked in a breath when she could see the simple clip.
“Oh, that’s powerful.”
I still wasn't feeling anything. “You can tell that from the clasp?”
