Page 34 of Shift of Destiny
“What does Tinsel’s sleigh have...” Moira hesitated, then let her breath out. “Oh, her sleigh that actuallyflies.”
“Yup,” agreed Shiloh. “It shot off into the night at eighty miles an hour and did about fifteen minutes of barrel rolls before dumping him into the swimming pool. Luckily for him, some kids were already in the pool, even though they weren’t supposed to be, because he can’t swim. Young Casey saved him by teleporting the life preserver on him and casting a spell so it lifted him six feet above the water. Casey couldn’t figure out how to get him down, though, and the kids thought they’d get in trouble, so they hid him in the sauna, figuring the spell would eventually wear off.”
Moira shook with laughter. “Then what?”
“Tinsel heard him shouting, and called us.” Shiloh snorted. “He thinks the sleigh was picked up by a helicopter, and that he was held up by some sort of crane over the pool. He won’t let us take the preserver off because it’s evidence. He doesn’t trust, and I quote, ‘the dumb-as-a-rock sheriff of a nothing-burger town’ to handle it properly.”
Chance shook his head. “So what are you going to do with him?”
Shiloh shrugged. “The usual, probably. Wipe his memory and send him on his way, along with his sons.”
Moira pulled out of his arms to face Shiloh. “You can’t do that.”
Shiloh raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
Moira waved toward the man sitting in the interrogation room grinding his teeth and drumming his fingers on the table. “He’s a very rich, powerful man with dozens of public companies and even more shady deals with very dangerous people. If he’s suddenly missing days from his memory, he’ll hire people to track down what happened to him, and they’ll find you.” She started to shove her hands in her pockets, but grabbed Chance’s hand instead. “All of you here are amazing, and powerful in your own right, but they’ll keep coming because Witzer won’t let it go. He’s been obsessed with me for three years, chasing me for all over the continent for my magic. Think what he’d do to a whole town full of psychics, not to mention elves and shifters.”
Shiloh’s eyes narrowed in thought. “I wish the sheriff was here. I think I need to call the town council.”
“I know you all don’t know me from Eve, but I know how to derail him for good.”
Chance felt the subtle flare of her magic, and he smiled. Her luck was about to tilt the universe in her favor, just like his own luck had brought them together. He squeezed her hand and smiled. She moved closer and leaned against his chest. “But first, could I go home with my mate-to-be and get cleaned up? I don’t want to meet the council looking like a train wreck.”
