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“You will lose more than the day,” said Noah. Quetz stared at the man wide-eyed. “Your mother is with you. She is disappointed in your behavior. She says to tell you that this is not what she taught you.”
Quetz shook his head, staring at the big Viking before him. He’d never seen men of such size and wondered if this was some sort of technology as well.
“Your mother says that if you do not cooperate, the ghost of your sister, who you killed, will haunt you day and night.”
Gasping, Quetz attempted to step back but was met with an unyielding object. A man.
“How are you performing this magic?”
“It’s not magic. Where is Wolford?” asked Abe again.
“He’s trying to find the girl. He had three days to deliver her to me, or I would take my business elsewhere and tell my colleagues to do the same.”
“Well, good news, you’re not going to have any business to give him. Where is he?”
“I don’t know. That’s the truth. He used to sit in his house in Virginia and not move unless we were meeting with people in D.C.”
“Oh, you mean Garvin and Golubev?” asked Razor. Once again, Quetz was taken aback, unsure how these men knew all these details. “They’re dead. Speak now.”
“I truly do not know. Let me go,” he asked.
“Afraid we can’t do that,” said Abe. “You won’t ever touch Lyra. Never. In fact, you will never lay eyes on her again.”
“She is mine!” he yelled.
“And that’s your last chance,” smirked Abe. “I’m so glad you’re giving me the satisfaction of wiping you from this earth.”
“You can’t! You’re on Mexican soil!”
“I don’t think Mexico cares about your dirty ass. They’ll be just fine without you.”
“Make it fast, Abe. We have to go,” said Luke.
Carter and Trevor gripped the man’s arms, dragging him toward the forested area. Abe followed, and just moments later, the three men emerged with dark expressions on their faces.
“Did he say anything else?” asked Razor.
“Yes. Dios mío.”
CHAPER TWENTY-THREE
Back at Belle Fleur, preparations were underway for Mardi Gras. It was still weeks away, but the holiday was second only to Christmas at Belle Fleur. Claudette had taken on the majority of the duties, allowing Irene to sit and watch, silently directing from a distance.
For Lyra, she’d never been a part of anything to do with Mardi Gras, so this was going to be special for her. What really made it special was the fact that she was here with Abe. Or at least she was here.
Abe still had not returned, and she was starting to become concerned.
“Hello.”
“Oh. Hello. M-Martha, right?”
“That’s right, dear,” smiled the shimmering figure. “Are you alright?”
“I’m confused. Scared. In love,” she smiled, laughing at herself.
“I see. You know, it’s rather sad, but I’m not sure I was ever truly in love during my time. I’m in love now. There is irony in that, I suppose. I find my true love two hundred years after my death. A love that would have never been allowed in my time.”
“What do you mean?” asked Lyra.
