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“Um…honestly, I have no idea.”
She chewed her lip.
“I guess we could ask Relic or Rome?” I said, because walking into an unknown situation without backup wasn’t smart. I’d also promised Zinnia I wouldn’t take any stupid risks.
“Or maybe Hadeon. I mean, yes, the guy’s weird, but he lives in Hell, so who wouldn’t be?”
Um, hard pass. “Me and Zinnia aren’t exactly his favorite people either, and doesn’t Bram hate that guy?”
Mags winced. “Good point.” She leaned against the counter. “So how many people do we need to drop in on?”
I pulled a crumpled piece of paper from my pocket. “Four.”
“I think we’ll be fine.”
My sister’s voice telling me not to do anything without backup filled my head. “What if we take two names each, ask Relic and Rome to tag along, and get it done faster?”
Her mouth twisted to the side. She didn’t look happy. “Those hounds can be overbearing. They mistake backup for protection. I don’t need protection.”
“No, you don’t, and Relic knows that. He’ll let you lead. I, on the other hand, am no great kicker of ass. I could, of course, use one of those face-melting vials of yours, but I don’t like my chances. Zinny’s counting on me, and this way we get through the list faster and your mate won’t have reason to lose his shit.”
“Yeah, I suppose.” She rolled her eyes. “Relic’s gonna give me shit for this.”
I chuckled. “Probably.”
She growled under her breath. “Okay, let’s do it. You call them, though. I don’t want to hear the glee in his voice when you ask.”
A short time later, we were in Magnolia’s car and heading to the clubhouse to pick up Relic and Rome.
“Will Bram really be pissed when he finds out you did this?” I asked Mags.
She glanced over at me. “Probably. He’s not just my mate, he’s my familiar. Can’t get much more protective and, yeah, irrational when it comes to my safety than that—or his possessiveness when I spend time with other males. But I’ll deal with that later. He thinks a witch should have their familiar with them if there’s even a sniff of danger.” She glanced at my shoulder, then up to my head, where two mourning cloaks had landed as soon as I walked outside. “But this is the right move.” She grinned. “Yours don’t exactly have fangs or claws.”
I laughed. “Sadly, no. Though they could probably love someone to death if given the chance.”
Mags chuckled.
When we pulled into the clubhouse, Relic and Rome were already waiting. They strode over and stopped by the car. Mags rolled down the window. “Get in the back.”
Relic scowled. “You can ride with us. We’re not all squeezing into that tin can.”
“Bram would murder you in your sleep if I rode on the back of your bike, Relic, and you know it.”
“He could try,” Relic said and flashed his teeth.
“I’ll ride with Rome. We’re going to have to split up anyway,” I said.
Mags reached over into the back seat and grabbed her coat, passing it to me. “You’ll need this.”
I tugged the list from my pocket and tore it in half, giving her two of the names and addresses.
We’d gone over what we needed to ask on the way here.
“Give me a call if you find out anything useful and I’ll come to you,” I said.
“Will do.”
I got out and Relic took my place, jamming himself into the passenger side. Mags did a three-point turn and tore out onto the street. Relic looked like he was hanging on for dear life. Hounds didn’t love cars or letting someone else take control of the wheel.
