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"Car," I stated the obvious. "Our cars are in the valet private sector."
"Leave them there," she muttered quietly, her eyes looking away as her gaze was clearly on Willow. I don't think she wanted others to see she was giving a heads-up. "There hasn't been an announcement, but the bomb squad was called to the bridge to investigate a potential attack."
Saint reached for his drink and casually leaned back in his chair while his usually playful eyes were now voids of threatening black with hints of blue and gold.
He's mad.
"So now they have to resort to bombing our city. I doubt the Vatican is going to be pleased."
When Saint referred to the Vatican in scenarios like this, he wasn't just referring to the church.
He was referencing the dark side of the holy realms of praise and worship. Those who smiled and carried the sign of the cross but held far darker secrets of bloodshed beneath their very cathedral.
No one would think the Vatican would be an ally in the shadows of drug deals and offered sacrifices, but Saint knew better. He’d experienced many things a little choir boy should have never endured and witnessed, and now he was the grand-schemer of genuine smiles that hid how lethal he was.
Hid the endangered beast the world wasn't ready to witness.
"What's your suggestion?" I concluded. Obviously, she was here to give us a way out - or at least her best friend a way out.
"There's a long park trail two minutes from this place. One of you take Willow home. The rest, find a way to get back to the safe house."
"Why can't we teleport?" I questioned, knowing damn well she had the ability to do exactly that if she was so concerned.
Saint was the one to answer after sipping a bit of his white coconut vodka slush.
"Magic trackers," Saint announced. "I ignored them earlier on the way here. There's normally not many out and about at night. Today there seems to be more than plenty."
"Because of the event," I concluded with a bit of annoyance.
"Affirmative," Aurelia agreed and looked over to us. "I need to deal with my own stuff, and snag a few dances with Willow. As for what you seek, they're already gone."
I arched an eyebrow and she shrugged and turned around.
"Your masked wolf is dealing with them."
She walked away before we could reply, giving us a slight wave before joining Willow and Onyx. Willow beamed at Aurelia's return, ditching Onyx, who was chuckling at the obvious switch of love as Willow hugged Aurelia and they began to dance.
Onyx decided to approach us and stopped the approaching waiter to request she get him a drink. Reaching our booth, he didn't hesitate to sit down.
"I didn't take into consideration how dangerous drunk Willow is," he announced with a sigh. "She spotted me before I could blend in."
By blend in, he meant using the shadows of his own dangerous magic to shield him from the rest of the world.
"She wasn't like this last time," Saint noted.
Onyx smirked at the memory and replied, "Willow has phases of drunken stupor. The environment is overstimulating her senses so it makes her giddy and excited. It's also been a long fucking time since she's had fun."
He glanced over at his mate. She was jumping up and down and dancing with Aurelia, the two of them jamming to the dance-pop melody with many of the other individuals on the dance floor.
"Neo already got the target, from what Aurelia stated," Saint quietly muttered to Onyx.
"I'd expect him to say something," Onyx admitted. "Is he okay?
He had a good point, so I decided to check in.
"Neo."
No response.
