Page 21 of November Reign
“Do you really think so?”
I crossed my fingers. “Yeah.”
Damon had learned some tricks. He’d masked most of his magic, making it difficult to get a read on which part of Northarbor they were in.
I wasn’t having much luck with social media. Thanks to it being Halloween, most people were dressed in elaborate costumes.
“Do you remember what they were dressing as?” I asked Barr, who was watching us work nervously.
Each minute that ticked by appeared to strike him like a fist. I hated that he was put in this position and felt so guilty over Damon’s actions. Damon was going to pay for this.
“No. In my realm, they don’t wear costumes. It’s a human holiday.”
“Did they mention costumes in front of you at all?”
“Uh, no. Once they knew I thought it was a bad idea, they didn’t involve me at all. I thought they’d given the idea up. That I’d gotten through to them.”
My guess was Damon had paid someone to meet him with costumes. He had a fancy tailor, he could afford to get things made for them. I bet he had a room in a hotel, too. We didn’t have the time to wait and track that down instead. If the wrong person recognized any of them, they were screwed.
“This isn’t working!” Thyme pushed the spell away in frustration. “Do you mind if I use a blood spell?”
Not all witches agreed with the use of blood magic. It was usually reserved for the darker workings. Here, it would be useful since Damon could never mask his true nature. He was always tied to Thyme. Also Basil.
“Sure. Let’s just hope Basil doesn’t figure out they’re wandering around. He could find Damon as easily as you.”
“Right?” Thyme pricked his pinky finger and squeezed. A bead of blood landed in the silver dish. He added herbs and began to chant.
The familiar feeling of magic, the static electricity feeling inside me, welled up and surrounded me.
“Gotcha, you little shit,” Thyme said darkly. “He’s in this area. Do you have anything that can narrow it down?”
I checked the map and grinned. “Yeah, there are only a couple of high end clubs in this part of town. I doubt Damon is slumming it.”
Damon was a bit of a snob, considering where he came from. Hell, he’d earned it, so I couldn’t judge him for it.
After a bit of searching online, I narrowed it down to two clubs. They were practically across the street from each other.
“Can you glamor Barr?” I asked Thyme as I rushed to Damon’s room for something for us to wear. He’d been preparing for this for a while, so I guessed he had costume ideas in his room. He was always getting Barr to collect things.
The room Damon shared with Mori was immaculate. Their closet held so many sharply tailored suits it was practically a department store.
Sure enough, tucked up in the back were some costumes. Mori’s human form had a similar build to mine, so I grabbed the cop outfit and hoped they’d never used it. There was a hat, perfect for hiding my hair, some dark glasses, and handcuffs. I shuddered. “Please don’t let them have opened this.”
Still in the packaging was an angel costume, which Thyme would look super cute in. Damon had a selection of wigs and makeup, so I grabbed a blond one to hide Thyme’s distinctive red hair.
For Barr, I found a brown wig, a gladiator costume, and sandals. Once glamored, he’d look, hopefully, like a normal human. He’d just have to hope none of the clubs had anti-magic defenses.
Taking my bounty back to the kitchen, I found a sweet looking dark-haired man standing next to Thyme.
“Your glamor skills are amazing! If I didn’t know that was Barr…”
“Right? Are these costumes? Why?”
“If we go as we are, we’ll stand out among the humans, giving Damon time to spot us and get away.”
Thyme smiled. “Never thought of that. Great idea.” His face reddened when he caught sight of thecostume. “Uh, okay. Thanks.” He left the room to change.
“Do you need help, Barr?”
