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“Obviously. I meant, how does it know where to take us? Like, do you have to enter coordinates? Sing a song? Do an intricate dance? Or does it only go to other stone patios like this one?” I tapped my foot on the dais.
“I think of a location.”
“Think? Seems kind of abstract.”
“And yet it works.”
“Aren’t you worried it will deposit you inside a wall or something? What if there’s people around to see?”
“The magic only deposits in open spaces, and so long as I’m wearing my coat, I’m invisible. Now, if you’re done dissecting magic tech that I can’t explain, can we go?” He waited.
I pursed my lips. “You swear it’s safe?” A dumb question perhaps, but I wanted to be sure.
“For the most part.”
“That’s not reassuring.”
“There are fewer incidents teleporting than there are car accidents.”
“Says you. Exactly what kind of incidents are we talking about?”
“In rare instances, people don’t reach their destination.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Dunno. They never made it so we couldn’t ask.”
“Is there not another way out? Don’t you have a plane or a helicopter?”
He crossed his arms. “No. Stop stalling.”
“You really need to work on your reassurance speech.”
“You need to stop making mountains out of molehills. Now get close.”
“How close?” I grumbled as I stepped into his space.
“Closer.”
“How’s this?” I neared enough I could smell the musk of him. I craned to look up and saw his face tilted to glance at me.
“We need to be touching.” Without warning, his arm went around my waist and pulled me hard against him.
My breath caught. Our eyes locked. I felt a tingle between my legs.
Then I was gasping at the sudden cold and darkness—an infinite void of nothingness, and yet in that nothing space, a voice whispered words I didn’t understand.
The weirdness lasted only a few seconds and left me huffing out a puff of air that hung like a tiny cloud. It dissipated, and I sucked in a lungful of warm, city-polluted oxygen.
Home, sweet smelly home. I recognized the alley as the one behind our shop. Only the last time I’d dumped cardboard in the recycling bin the door hadn’t been torn from its hinges and its mangled, metal body tossed to the side of the dumpster.
“Holy shit. Demons did that?” I exclaimed.
“Yes.”
“Must have been a big fucking demon,” I huffed.
“Most likely a gigadae.”
