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“Silver’s been seconds away from killing me for a while now,” Bookend said with a shrug. “Might as well do something I finally fucking agree with.”
I got on the back of the bike, careful not to lean as close to him as I did when I rode with the others. “Ghost,” I said. “You can tell them. Just… give me a little time.”
He looked conflicted. I understood. This was a risk for them. Though I would be Silver’s queen if—when—I returned, and I would do what I could, I couldn’t protect them.
“An hour,” he finally said. “When my guard shift ends.”
“Thank you.”
Bookend started his bike, and we raced through the fog. This was so much faster than walking, thank fuck. Bookend was the last person I expected to help me. Maybe it was the start of him not hating me as much.
My skin and hoodie were damp when he pulled up next to a building in the fog. “This is as far as I can take you without them knowing,” he said. “But it’s pretty much a straight shot.”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat as I dismounted. “I know where it is. Self-preservation and all that.”
He chuckled, but it wasn’t a positive sound. “Good luck.”
“Still hate me?”
“Pull this off, and I’ll think about changing my mind.”
I smirked right back. At the very least, we had an understanding.
Bookend disappeared into the fog. I waited until I couldn’t hear the sound of his engine anymore before moving. Everyone in No Man’s Land knew where the clubhouses were. Or at least approximately.
Even if I hadn’t, the magical rings around the place would have pointed me straight toward it.
Thatwas new.
Symbols glowed on the ground where they’d enchanted it. I’d never seen anything like this before. Would I always be able to see this now? Or would it fade when I wasn’t primed like a hundred lightning strikes?
Through the lifting fog, I heard commotion. The Legion wasn’t quiet. Engines and shouts echoed out. Laughter. They were preparing for battle and weregiddyabout it.
The fog was clear enough that I could get a basic look at their compound. It wasn’t like the Iron Shadows. There wasn’t a fence. Just a few buildings clustered around each other, completely covered in the spells I could now see.
The magic ringed it like a bullseye, twisting outward. When I focused on each piece, I saw what it would do and who it was meant for.
Fire.
Poison.
Death.
Pain.
Nearly all the spells had fae components. I knew without having to test them which ones would harm me and which wouldn’t. Ifeltthem pressing at the edges of my power, some nothing but a flutter of air on the breeze, and others a splash of pain.
A smile took over my face. They’d fucked up. So convinced that my mates would never let me out of their sight that they didn’t bother to prepare for anything but a straight-forward assault.
Fang really was a petulant child, hell-bent on misplaced revenge.
A loud voice echoed from the compound. I was far enough away that I couldn’t fully make out the words. The tone? That was crystal clear. They were getting ready.
Skirting the outside of a building so I was out of sight, I sidestepped spells meant to harm me and traced a path through the easy ones. All the way closer, past where they spoke to the back of the compound.
Part of me wondered if it really was going to be this easy? Or were they really that arrogant?
They were that arrogant.
