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"Who made you the one giving us orders?" Flint asked heatedly, but one look from Macey shut him up.
"He's right, Flint. You don't want to fight a water being, and we need Jared on Earth. This way, we all do what we're best suited to. We'll join you as soon as we've defeated the Orca."
"No, the sea is exactly where I'm needed," Flint replied angrily. "My fire will be much more effective against him than your water."
Macey frowned, remembering their earlier conversation.
“I agree. I think I need to go with Jared,” she said.
“Why?” her incubus demanded. “Don’t get me wrong, I always want you with me. But…”
“I don’t know,” Macey replied. “I just know that when I think about it, I know going with Jared is the right idea.”
“I don’t think…” Cam started.
“That ignoring her is a good idea?” Malan interrupted, a crooked smile on his transparent face.
Macey tried not to get too freaked out by the man’s face. But he was weird and she didn’t know how to properly deal with him.
“Maybe not,” Cam admitted.
“See,” Macey said, sticking out her tongue in a surprisingly childish mood. After so long in captivity and being in high stress situations, she could take a moment to regress a little. It wasn’t like it was going to scare off any of her men. She was pretty sure they were with her for good.
“I’m not exactly going to complain,” Jared said with an impish grin. “Maybe while we’re at it, we can give me a top up.” He winked.
“It’s settled then.” Malan announced. “Flint, Rónán and Cam will head for the sea and the Great Orca, while Macey and Jared head beneath the earth to check everything is running smoothly. And all in time for a spot of tea.”
Macey gaped at the prophet. How was he even going to drink it? It baffled her every time he mentioned food and drink. He seemed to be so obsessed with it, yet there was no way for him to even ingest it.
“You don’t want to know,” Cam whispered in her ear.
“What?” she returned.
“How he eats and drinks. You don’t want to know.”
She nodded once, accepting his words as true.
“So what’s the plan?” she asked her men, ignoring the floating prophet. “I mean, we need one of you who can travel the Staran to take us to earth, right?” She looked between Flint and Cam, wondering which of them would respond to her first.
Jared laughed heartily. “Oh little kelpie, we don’t need the Staran to get where we’re going.”
“We don’t?”
“Not at all.”
Seven
After a hug with Flint, Cam and Rónán – all of them took a long time to let her go – Jared led her outside, into what could be described as the prophet’s front garden. She grinned when she saw the bench once again. Malan was so strange that it was almost endearing.
“Why are you smiling?” Jared enquired.
Macey shrugged. “Just… Malan.”
He winked. “Yes, he’s rather special. He can be terrifying though if you’re not on his side. He’s fought in wars before, and yes, I know how weird that is. His powers are legendary, even considering his lack of a body. I guess it makes him less easy to hit in battle.”
He walked a few more steps away from the house and kneeled on the misty ground. Macey couldn’t even spot what they were walking on, but she assumed it was Earth, judging from the way Jared’s eyes began to glow in magical delight. He didn’t have the chance to use his magic often, less so than the other guys. His powers were too volatile, too damaging.
When nothing happened after half a minute of him kneeling on the ground, his hands touching the earth, Macey asked, “What are you doing exactly?”
