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She repeated this as she watched him pull his shirt off. Only to realize she’d been absorbed in the movement of his back muscles.
“What are you doing,” she demanded flustered.
He gave her a look over his shoulder. “Changing.” His voice turned taunting. “Don’t worry, I can do it slower if you like.”
“Shut up, and tell me where you went already,” she snapped.
“How am I supposed to do both,” he asked with mock innocence. “I can’t shut up and talk at the same time.”
She wasn’t going to punch him, punching him would go against the mission just like slicing that shit eating grin off his face. “Castian—”
He laughed, tossing his shirt onto the bed. “All right, all right. I’ll tell you but I can’t tell you, my source.”
Oye wondered why he wanted to hide his source. But at this point she would rather have the information than go through questioning him about anything else.
“Okay, I promise I won’t ask.”
“Okay, I went to look to see if I could access the underground vault here on this estate.”
Confused, Oye walked over to the bed and took a seat. “A vault?”
“Yes, I would assume it’s similar to a witch’s altar. It’s where they perform rituals that require focus and soul work most warlocks consider them sacred. Major families of the beau monde tend to have more than one. The location of these large vaults are kept a secret from outsiders.”
Oye asked, “So, it’s like a special basement?”
He laughed. “The place is called an underground vault, but the actual location isn’t really underground. Depending on the founder and their magical ability, it could be a small pocket dimension. The title is more for effect, everyone knows what you’re talking about when you say underground vault.”
“Well, that’s interesting and you just happen to know where to find the Napier’s,” Oye said, thinking over what Castian had just told her.
He gave her a look.
“Fine, Fine. I said I wouldn’t ask. Okay, so the Napier family has one here. Why does that matter to us,” Oye asked, changing the subject.
“It matters because only families are allowed to have access to it, and I watched Tillon Napier lead Robert and Jake Renson into his, and instead of using his inheritance he used a human key.”
“A key?” Oye questioned, she shifted on the bed. “I thought it would have a magic entrance with everything you just told me.”
“It does, which is why I’m confused about it not being used and—” He paused.
“And,” Oye drawled.
“There were anti-magic stones hidden in the floor before the entrance,” Castian finished.
At this, Oye frowned. “Wait, you’re saying a warlock put anti-magic stones in front ofhisfamily’s magic entrance. Shouldn’t he naturally have access to it, it’s very weird for a magic user to have those things around them. Unless their trying to ward off some sort of spell or magical alarm”
“I thought the same,” Castian said as descended into a thoughtful silence.
Oye wondered to herself why Castian seemed more concerned with the addition of stones than the idea that Tillon was plotting something underground. Honestly, if she’d noticed the same things he did she’d have focused on why the three men felt they needed to hide their meeting from others.
“Do you have any idea what they needed to talk about alone?” she asked.
“No, but I overheard Tillon say to the two that something had been bonded to an item so it couldn’t escape,” he said looking at her.
“What, like a Djinn? No, they wouldn’t. Those things are dangerous,” Oye said, sounding disturbed.
Castian eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t put it past them, but that would be too reckless even for them.”
“It’s the only thing I can think of that can be bonded to an item,” Oye muttered out loud, as she shifted so her knees were drawn up and her arms were wrapped around them. She missed the look that had entered Castian’s eyes when he glanced at her before he quickly looked away.
