Page 126 of Rose and Shadows
Lazriel:You okay there, love? The baby?
Velra:Baby’s just been fed. I’m fine.Thrynewill be here soon.
Lazriel:Smart idea bringing them in to track the Dark Fae illusion aspect. Not just everyone focusing on Morien and Sylas’ signatures. Makes so much sense with them having a massive chunk of Dark Fae in what’s left ofPuritas.
Velra:And illusionary magic is distinctive, more than the random and differing scents of vampires, wolves, and the other magic-wielders making upPuritas.
Lazriel:This is gonna work. We’re gonna find him.
Velra:I know we will.
Because it couldn’t be any other way.
It just fucking couldn’t.
Lazriel:Everything okay with Cas? Soul Brand check-in?
Velra:He’s doing well, focused. Him, Ketheron, and Ariana are readying for the massive undertaking ahead.
Lazriel:Good. Really good.
Velra:Please be careful out there.
Lazriel:I’ve got Jaxon right here, Immortal Descendant-Alpha Wolf, along with Vorzyr. And The Shadowed are covertly following my every move.
Yeah, I knew all of that. I just… he’d been taken once. And now Sylas too.
But the logic was what I needed to hold onto. Lazriel was as protected as if he was here within Solumira’s powerful wards created by Ariana.
Lazriel:I love you, Wraithqueen.
Velra:I love you too. So much.
I smiled as he sent several heart emojis through, then we said our goodbyes.
I pocketed my phone and headed on out of the house and down the porch steps.
As my boots hit the grass, I put the rattle away with a spark of my magic, then ran my hand over my belly. I wasn’t showing yet, but I’d taken to doing it already. It had become both a form of connection to my baby, and also comfort. And a reminder that the four of us would have this—our growing family, our peace.
Itwouldcome.
We were just in the eye of the storm right now.
I jolted as a slew of angry curses caught my attention, then I swung my head to see Kai stomping around the side of the house, having left his lab for the first time in hours.
He was shoving his hands through his hair and muttering to himself.
His angry pacing had him inadvertently reaching me, and he jolted when he noticed me there, and pulled up short.
“The spell’s mixing,” he told me. “Everything will be fine. We’ll bring Sylas back.”
“You just don’t like things taking undue time to reach fruition?”
“Something like that.”
“Or could it partly also be because you know there’s another way to find Sylas?”
Intrigue sparked in his eyes and he seemed both surprised and impressed. “Yes,” he admitted. “There is another way. One that they’ll all realize soon. The delay in that realization being a lack of deep necromantic knowledge.”
