“Sure, however utilizing compulsion, in fact. I don’t wish to act like we’re Mafia.”

“No horse heads within the mattress, bought it.”

“What?”

Thorn rolls his eyes. “Dude. Godfather?”

“Proper. No horse heads.”

“Now?” He’s virtually vibrating. “I’m bored. I might use slightly enjoyable.”

“Sure, now. I’ll go along with you.”

The 2 of us head out and Thorn drives to the placement I ship him to.

“I had a nasty feeling about one in every of his uncles. He was very quiet in the course of the confrontation we had. Too quiet.”

“Yeah? You suppose he’s bother?”

“He might be. His power was very even, however darkish. The daddy was loud and defensive. The opposite uncle spoke up, however the third, he simply sat there taking within the scene as if he didn’t actually care.”

“So are we visiting the proper individual?”

“This can be a good begin. I’ll discover out extra from Haven.”

“Cool.”

In document time, we make it to the swanky suburban neighborhood the place Haven’s mother and father reside. It’s late sufficient that I believe his mom will probably be asleep, however we now have to be ready for something given we don’t know their habits.

“That is a kind of occasions turning into mist could be tremendous useful.”

“You and your mortal lore fixation.”

Thorn chuckles. “What? It’s humorous shit. Do not forget that village in Romania the place they hung garlic round all of the entrances? Come on, even Yves thought that was hilarious.”

I combat again a chuckle. “Okay, yeah, it’s humorous.”

We scale the massive wrought iron gate simply, practically undetectable to any cameras besides as rapidly shifting shadows. The home is generally darkish, apart from a lone mild on the decrease degree.

“Let’s attempt that room.”

Thorn nods as we creep by way of the flowery landscaped gardens. We peer within the window however it’s only a hallway. I level to the again of the home, so we transfer that means, discovering the person we would like in what seems to be a research sitting in an armchair. He’s surrounded by papers and appears to be trying to find one thing. Probably the loophole he threatened Haven with earlier?

“That’s him,” I whisper. “I’ll keep right here. Simply keep in mind to not really damage him, Thorn.”

“I bought it, however you owe me a tour after this.”

“Honest. Go.”

Thorn lifts the window simply, breaking the lock on the ledge. Salman is so caught up in his work, he hasn’t seen but. That’s, till Thorn slips inside.

Salman glances up briefly, then a second time, gasping and scooting again in his chair. “Who’re you?”

“Only a messenger.”

I grin, crouched by the window. Thorn is actually spectacular when he’s in work mode.

“What would you like?” Salman asks. “Cash? Jewellery? Simply don’t damage us, please.”

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