Page 59 of April's Fool
“Unlikely, the warding is too tough because of the elves. No one can portal inside. Teleportation will be out too.”
My teeth bared in frustration, earning a flinch from Thyme. I’d feel bad about that later and likely apologize to the witch, yet having Damon out of my sight after such a trying and emotional day left me feeling off kilter. Like I’d lost something fundamental to myself. I was desperate to find him.
“Where else could he have gone?” My wings fluttered with agitation. I just wanted to take wing and scour the city for Damon. A thoroughly useless endeavor since I didn’t know the boundary of his magic.
“With his magic so new and protective? Somewhere with good memories attached to it.” Oak was frowning at Thyme, who was slowly letting bursts of magic out.
Damon couldn’t have gone back to the demon realm. I would have felt a door opening. Standing in the club was useless. I had to get out and explore the city, figure out where the bond wanted me to go.
“I’m going to look for him. Alone.”
He wouldn’t come home if they were with me when I found him.
“Mori, is that wise?” Thyme asked, still hesitant to speak to me. While I hated that he was afraid of me, I was too caught up in finding Damon to care.
“Basil can’t do anything to me, and one person searching the city is less conspicuous than if we all went. You two can stay here until I know where he is. Hela is guarding our apartment. If you don’t want to stay, I’ll just lock the doors and set the wards.”
“No, we can stay. I want to know he’s okay. Despite everything, I care about him. He’s my little brother. I half thought I’d never see him again.” Thyme’s eyes filled with tears, which he swiped away angrily. “Just find him, please Mori.”
I backtracked to our shared apartment, petting Hela as I went to our bedroom to get some clothes. I had to take a few calming breaths before I could use my magic and take my human form. The shredded tux Iput on a chair. I’d use it as proof to Damon to show how much I loved him.
The weather was still cold at night, so I slung a hoodie on over jeans and a t-shirt. The hood easily hid my horns and ears, handy since they wouldn’t go away. It was taking too much focus to keep my tail and claws back.
Dawn was on its way as I walked the city streets, using the pull in my soul to take me to Damon. I tried his phone a couple of times, but it went straight to voicemail.
My steps slowed as I approached a building. The door was locked with an electronic lock, and I had no idea which apartment he could be in. I was certain he was inside.
Only one person I knew had the ability to get me inside and narrow down where Damon could be. I called Parker, not caring about the time difference.
“Hello?” He picked up after only a couple of rings. “Mori? Is everything okay?”
“I need your help. Damon is inside this building and I can’t get inside.”
“Where are you? Give me the address and an explanation.”
“Long story short, Damon is a witch and his brothers are Basil and Thyme. He’s just had his magic unlocked,overloaded and somehow transported him to this address.” I gave the street name and building number.
“Oh-kay, well, that’s going in my pile to deal with later. I need you to get Damon to call me as soon as he’s okay.”
“I swear it. Damon’s had a lot to deal with. We’ll get him through it.”
“Damn straight.” Parker clicked on some keys. “Huh, that’s Cody’s place. Thought it sounded familiar. Go get him and text me, okay?”
“Will do.”
A text followed the end of the code with the key to get into the apartment building and which number Cody had lived in.
On his floor, I found the right door. With a little magic, I opened it, and there, sprawled out on the bed, sleeping soundly, was Damon.
I closed the door quietly, then crossed the room to the bed. My knees gave way with relief at finding him safe.
With a careful hand, I brushed his hair off his face, seeing dark circles of stress under his closed eyes. I consoled myself with stroking his hair and let him sleep a little longer. He’d transported himselfhalfway across town with his first magic use. That was an insane amount of power. Normal witches didn’t teleport. He’d likely never do it again, since it was probably the overload after being unlocked, but it was terrifying to think of how much power he would wield.
My text to Parker was brief and to the point.
Mori: Found him. Safe.
“Mori?” Damon’s sleepy voice crackled next to my ear. “Are you really here?”
