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Ilara drifted closer to my side as we followed the commander. “Do you think their device called me a fairy and an angel because my angel affinity is currently activated?”

“That’s what I assumed too,” I responded. “I could have called forth my dragon to see if the beast’s skin would change their reading on me, but I doubt they’d appreciate that.”

She laughed softly, and the sound was like a soothing balm to my soul. “I have a feeling you’re quite right.”

We walked through the strange circular room, and I studied the glowing sphere in the center of it when we passed it. It was also made of those strange see-through lights.

“That’s a 3D holographic rendition of Earth,” Bavar nodded, pointing at the globe.

I canted my head in appreciation, but truth be told, this land was strange, and I didn’t particularly care to learn more about it. Of course, Haxil and Ilara both stepped closer to Bavar to ask questions.

“Are those the continents and seas on Earth?” Ilara nodded toward areas on the sphere as we reached the exit.

“Indeed they are.” Bavar ushered us into another spectacularly boring gray hallway.

“How many continents are on this planet’s surface?” Haxil asked.

“Seven.” Bavar strode ahead but answered all of their questions with a smile. “Although one is so far south and so cold that no one inhabits it.”

Nish grunted. “Sounds like our continent.” He huffed a breath. “Not surprising the species here are also too weak for such a climate. Only the Solis fae are strong enough to survive such conditions.”

Bavar merely shrugged, and I slugged my guard in the shoulder as Sandus leaned closer and hissed, “Manners, Nish. We’re guests here.”

When we entered a room with a square table and chairs, Ryder’s long braid whipped between his wings as he glanced about. Nothing was interesting about this room either. One thing was for certain, they were sorely in need of a fairy with a beauty affinity. I could only imagine what Ilara’s lady servant would think of this entirely drab building.

“Please, have a seat.” Bavar waved toward the chairs, then dipped his head. “I apologize. We don’t have any species with wings here, so I’m afraid the chairs don’t have divots.”

“We’ll manage.” I swung mychair around and straddled it, allowing my wings to drape comfortably behind me. My guards did the same.

Ilara, however, calmed her angel affinity, and her wings disappeared in a wink of magic, allowing her to sit normally.

Bavar’s mouth dropped. “Your wings . . .”

“They can come and go as I call them forth,” Ilara explained.

Bavar merely shook his head. “So fascinating.” Clapping his hands, he continued, “Right, now tell me more about what you need. What brings you all the way to Earth today?”

I crossed my arms over the chair’s back and leveled him with a stare. “We need to find the warlock that conspired with my father, which means we need to once again hire the Fire Wolf.”

CHAPTER 11 - ILARA

Bavar’s eyes narrowed. “You need to find a warlock?”

Norivun inclined his head. “The same warlock that created the deadly veil on our continent.”

I settled back in my chair and crossed my arms. “It’s essential we find him.”

Bavar’s jaw dropped. “Thekingof the Solis continent was working with a warlock?”

“Yes.” My mate inclined his head.

Bavar frowned, his expression turning even more serious. “Warlocks are hunted by the Supernatural Forces. Whenever we become aware that a sorcerer has turned dark, we send a squad to execute them. Their kind are killed on sight since warlocks are only created when a sorcerer turns to dark magic, which requires killing innocent humans and supernaturals. If such a warlock exists in this realm, he must answer to the SF.”

“What if he answers to us instead?” I arched an eyebrow. My warrior affinity hummed inside me, its jagged edges and cool stone igniting. “He’s responsible for murdering dozens of innocent Solis fae. He must answer for that.” Memories of Daiseeum lying upon his altar pummeled my thoughts. I bristled. If we’d arrived even seconds later than what we had, the warlock would have sacrificed my lady’s servant. My hands pumped into fists. “Hemustanswer to us first.”

Norivun’s hand drifted to my thigh. He squeezed gently. My balled hands loosened, and I laid my palm over his, but the need for revenge still heated my blood.

“Are you implying that you’re willing to execute him?” Bavar’s orange hair glinted in the lights when he cocked his head.

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