While that was satisfying to hear, it still wasn’t right. That property belonged to Mordecai’s family. No matter how manyyears had passed or how many people had tried to claim it, it had to be returned to its rightful owner. She had no idea how she was going to make that happen, but she swore she’d do whatever it took.
Restoring what had been stolen from him had just become her personal fucking mission in life. But before they could start planning how to reclaim his family’s legacy, there was a far more urgent problem to solve. First, they had to figure out how to get Mordecai the hell out of prison.
Suddenly, a violent tremor nearly knocked them off their feet.
Her eyes widened in alarm. “What in the world was that?”
“We have to wake up now,” Mordecai announced. “It’s not safe to linger in the dream. The rioting is getting worse now that a few of the inmates have started getting some of their magic back.”
“Oh, shit, that doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s not,” he confirmed.
Lifting his hand, he snapped his fingers.
Mordecai jerked up as he was abruptly woken from the dream he had been sharing with his mate. They were still alone in the library on the sofa where they had fallen asleep, wrapped around one another. It was quiet inside the room, but he could sense danger close by.
“Mordecai—”
“I feel it, too. Don’t worry, princess. I will protect you.”
He wanted to reassure her, but the truth was there was only so much he could do against an entire prison filled with rioting inmates. Using his magic, he dressed them both. He hated putting the prison uniform back on, but it was better than nothing.
He didn’t have enough magic at the moment to conjure up new outfits for them. Even doing something as basic as dressingthem was enough to make him feel weak and in need of rest. He might be free of the restrictions the prison had put on him, but it would still take time for him to completely recover.
Drawing her closer to soothe her, his hand bumped against something hard inside her pocket. “What is this?”
“My phone! Oh my god, I totally forgot!”
She pulled a cell phone out of her pocket and grinned when the screen lit up. “I wonder who I should contact to come help with this mess. Mordecai, did you ever meet someone named Kingston Spencer in prison?”
“I did,” he said with a chuckle. “I actually saved him from getting shanked after he’d been recruited to help deliver a special meal to the lower levels for one of the festivals. That bank heist people thought he was involved in put a pretty big target on his back while he was in here.”
“He was framed, just like you were. Only, it was one of his brothers who did it. Now, Kingston is mated to the Goddess of Revenge. He is also one of the Hell Realm representatives on the Supernatural Council.”
“I’m glad for him.” Mordecai’s smile faded. “Would he help us?”
“He will. Since he is the one who basically arranged for me to come here, he bloody well better come help fix things,” she amended darkly.
“That’s the spirit,” he said cheerfully. “Once you return to the Human Realm, you can—”
“No, now. We have to contact him now.”
He frowned. “How are we going to do that? That won’t work in here.”
“This isn’t a regular phone. The Goddess of Tech made it for me. She also happens to be mated to Braxton, Lucifer’s son and the new Death of the Four Horsemen.”
His eyes widened. “There is a Goddess of Tech?”
“There is now. She is able to make technology and magic work together.”
“You really do know some powerful supernaturals.”
She shrugged. “I’ve met them through friends of friends. Despite how large and varied the supernatural community is in the Human Realm, it can feel pretty small at times.”
Mordecai watched as she tried to place a call, but it didn’t go through. Disappointment shot through him, but he didn’t voice it out loud.
“The call won’t connect.”
