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Samuel finished talking to Saska, then jumped into the boat and gave the captain a nod.
I gripped the overhead bar as we backed away from the dock. “I’m surprised you’re not staying to lead the investigation into my brother’s death.”
“Saska’s more than capable of doing that. I’m under strict orders to bring you in.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Bring me in where?”
“To the council’s secure bunkers.”
I snorted. “We’re dealing with a dark sorcerer who deals with demons. Do you really think there’s any such thing as a secure bunker? Because I’m here to tell you there’s not.”
Which was something of a lie, because there were plenty of spells that could prevent demons entering places unasked, but I was betting on the fact that Samuel wouldn’t really be certain of that. While minor demonic banishment spells were taught in high school, most of the more dangerous ones were taught in a specialty course in university. Belle did know many of them, but only because she was a spirit talker and had to deal with the demonic presences that sometimes took the place of a called spirit.
“Maybe,” Samuel was saying, “but it’ll be a better option than the house you’re currently in.”
“That house is being guarded by two men very experienced in hunting supernatural and demonic nasties. I’d trust their magic and experience over anything or anyone from the high council. And let’s be honest here, they don’t have a stellar reputation for protecting the likes of me.”
“They’re protecting your father—”
“Well then, you can definitely count me out. There’s no way known I’m about to share air space with that bastard for any longer than necessary.”
“But—”
“The sorcerer isn’t going to come after me until he’s dealt with my mother and my father. Protect them by all means but let me get on with the business of finding and stopping the wraith.”
He studied me for a second, his expression worried. “If you’re wrong, you could pay a very high price.”
“I’m well aware of that. But I’m not wrong.” And crossed all fingers, real and figurative, that I hadn’t just tempted fate.
He grunted. It was not a happy sound. “They’ve also relocated the trial.”
“Not to the same bunkers, I hope, because I don’t trust the council one iota, and if I get locked underground with my father, I hold no responsibility for the outcome.”
His lips twitched. “Were you always this difficult?”
“My father would say yes.”
“I didn’t ask your father.”
Amusement ran through me. “It’s a trait that’s developed from having to deal with bloodthirsty entities and insane exes.”
He shook his head, though his expression gave me little idea whether it was in frustration or amusement. “Did you manage to get anything from that spell stone you found?”
I nodded. “The caster has a shop in Erindale.”
He glanced at his watch. “We’ll have to deal with it after the court hearing. We’re due back there in twenty minutes.”
“If we don’t go to Erindale now, we might as well not go at all. Besides, aren’t we already late for the hearing?
“They rescheduled.”
“Then they can do so again. This is more important.”
Amusement crinkled the corners of his lovely green eyes. “I’m thinking they’d disagree.”
“And I’m thinking I don’t really care.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I get that impression. But pissing off the council is not something sane people generally aspire to.”
