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“He’s planning to kill you,” Samael mused. “In retaliation for Albert.”
From the look on Samael’s face, he was wishing he’d been the one to end Albert.
I stiffened at the thought of Gabriel succeeding.
“I’m harder to kill than he thinks,” Nathaniel murmured in my ear. It didn’t make me feel any better. I’d back my mate against anything that required strength and speed. But all evidence was pointing to Gabriel being insanely powerful.
“The mages are in this up to their necks,” Danica said. “This is a good thing, though.”
Vas leaned back in his chair. “Why is it a good thing?”
“Because we’ve previously treated them like the good guys with a few bad eggs. In reality, they’re rotten at the core. Now, the gloves are coming off.”
“How many clichés can you spout in one sentence?” Vas winked at her.
“Danica’s right,” Mere said. “Now that we know what Gabriel and the other mages are up to, we all need to be careful. But at the same time, it frees us up to take them out.”
I raised an eyebrow, unused to hearing Mere talking about taking anyone out. Although, I’d recently discovered she had a ruthless side when she needed it.
“Okay,” Danica said. “Let’s talk teams. We want a good mix of paranormals on each team, covering for any weaknesses.”
The meeting wrapped up quickly after that. I jerked my head toward the door and waved at the others.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Nathaniel asked.
“To talk to the witches.”
“I’ll take you.”
Twenty
Evie
Icalled Nelson on our way to Gemma’s. He took the news of our plans about as well as I’d expected.
“We’re inviting you to our party, Nelson.”
“A last-minute invitation, halfway through that party. And only so we can help you clean up the paper plates and stale pizza.”
“Do you want to be involved or not?”
“Of course I do. But we’re going to talk about this, Evie. Our agreement—”
“Our agreement involved me helping you with paranormal crimes. There was nothing in there about calling you in every time we were going to play.”
He let out a growl, and I matched it with one of my own. Nathaniel quirked a brow at me.
“My uncle is in one of those labs, Nelson. You think I’m going to risk the FBI finding out about this and trying to go in before we’re ready?”
He sighed. “I see your point. I’ll contact everyone who needs to be involved at our end.”
“Thank you.”
He hung up. Clearly, he was still pissed.
Nathaniel pulled up outside Gemma’s, and we both got out.
“You take the car,” he said.
