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“I can pass her any information from Petrus.”
“Oh, no, no, no,” I interrupted. “I don’t think so. No offense. But you’d be the worst secondary source ever.”
Cold blue pinned me again. “And why is that?”
“You’re extremely…taciturn.”
Sorcha snickered beside me.
I ignored her, focusing on Kol. “I need to speak to the primary source. This Petrus guy.”
Without batting an eye, he spoke directly to Lorian again. “She can’t drive there, and she has no wings.”
Lorian arched a brow as if that answered the question.
Sorcha piped up cheerfully. “I have tons of flying harnesses.”
I straightened. “I’m not flying with anybody, especially not him.”
Did he just roll his eyes at me?
Lorian’s otherworldly gaze settled on me. “How exactly do you think Borgus plans to take you, Moira? All of his victims have been abducted by flight. If you intend to follow through with this plan, then you’ll definitely be flying. Better you get used to the sensation, so you won’t be terrified and lose your wits if we’re going to do this at all.”
He was right. I swallowed hard. “Fine,” I conceded quickly. “I’ll go see this hermit, Petrus.”
Lorian added, “And be aware that I’m not convinced this is the best course of action. As a matter of fact, your sister would flay us all just for considering the idea. Kol and I will have to discuss it at length before we decide to take such a risk.”
“Fine,” I bit out, trying my best not to sound petulant.
“Tell me the other leads you’re withholding,” Kol demanded.
“I’ve got an appointment to see the owner of the salon where Maxine Mendale worked”—I glanced at my watch—“in thirty minutes. And I’m visiting a bar owner tonight about the night she disappeared.”
I could’ve easily visited Mikal at his house, but I didn’t want to visit him in a place with so many intimate memories. No. I wouldn’t give him hope of any kind of reconciliation by meeting in a place where we were once lovers. Still, I had to find out anything he could give me about Maxine and the night she vanished. I had to find him at his club.
I stood from the table. Kol stood with me.
“Where are you going?” I put a hand on my hip.
“We are going to the salon. Not that it’ll be much help.”
“If you don’t think it’ll help, why bother? I can just relate any information they give me.”
“The same way I can relate any information from Petrus.”
A stand-off. I narrowed my eyes and pressed my lips together, wanting to spit nails. He was infuriating to the nth degree.
“Fine. Meet me at Carella’s on Lexington Avenue within thirty minutes.” I stood from the table.
He scoffed. “I’ll be there in five.” His eyes gave me a once-over as if pitying my feeble human body. With a nod to Lorian and Sorcha, he took two long strides, and with one beat of his wings, shot straight up into the air, soaring higher and higher toward the gathering clouds.
“Show-off,” I mumbled under my breath. I swallowed hard to lessen the fluttering in my stomach from watching the fastest launch I’d ever seen.
Lorian walked to the edge of the terrace, watching other Morgons in flight going to and from work. A white-winged Morgon of the Icewing clan stepped from his balcony across the way, alighting into the air with a grace and beauty I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to.
I glanced back to find Sorcha smirking at me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “What?”
“Ohhh, nothing.” She sipped her second—or was it her third?—mimosa.
