Page 5 of Three's A Wrap
It is a big deal.
Travel is made easy with magic as witches and warlocks can blip where they need to go by just concentrating on the location. A block or two is no large distance to travel, but Egypt is a whole other country, which means she’ll need a day or two of rest afterwards if she does this.
“You’d do that for me?”
I guess she’s always been kind enough, even if she’s always snooty about it. She does it for gratification rather than actual kindness, though.
“I mean what are you going to do? Take the coach or train and then fly?” she scoffs, leaning against the table.
“Actually, yes, Delores. I take the train everywhere I go, remember?”
She shudders. “Gross. You sound almost human.”
It’s a fight to keep my face from screwing up into an offended expression, but I manage it. There’s nothing wrong with humans, she just has a superiority complex.
“Are you going to go grab some things or am I just sending you as is?” she asks with an expectant, impatient look.
“Oh my gosh, okay. Let’s do this,” I mutter and get to my feet, smoothing down my shirt over my soft tummy and wide hip bulges.
“You might want to change first, though.” Her gaze trails over my favorite black pants and t-shirt. “You know, make a good impression.”
“Says the woman decked out in bubble gum,” I snark back, turning towards the back of the store to pack a bag.
“Hurry up, little miss tomb raider,” Delores shouts. “I’m going to need a nap, and I don’t want to take it here.”
The metal bracelet decides to tighten down a bit more. I grimace.
Surely my mate will be able to get it off.
My stomach clenches, excitement thrumming through my limbs as I rush to grab things.
Holy shit. I have a mate and I’m going to Egypt!
Chapter 3
Chloe Landry
The second my feet touch the ground, I get the hinky feeling that something is terribly wrong. I glance around, my gaze going wide as I stare up at a huge rock face. I turn in place and stare up into the sky, shielding my gaze from the hot sun beating down on me and piercing my poor eyeballs, and adjust my backpack.
I stand in a sandy canyon, walls of rock enclosing me, and I can barely make out the very tip of pyramids rising up over the high rocky terrain in the distant sky. I look up, and then further still, at the gigantic slab of stone in front of me, obviously square cut and man-made, as nerves and fear starting to roil in my stomach.
“Where the hell am I?” I ask aloud, wondering if Delores made a mistake.
I hesitate, not wanting to bug her since she’s been so nice helping me get here, but I can't just sit here, stranded and useless. I reach for my phone and lick my lips, regretting it immediately when my tongue comes away coated in dust.
“Ugh, disgusting,” I mutter, lifting my shirt sleeve to my mouth.
The wind blows hard, coating me with dirt and sand. I hold my hand up to shield my face, suddenly wishing I’d been able to pack a bit better for this trip.
With how the bracelet kept getting tighter, neither of us wanted to chance waiting any longer. I didn’t have time to grab much from the shop, but luckily, I found a change of clothes consisting of a white blouse and leggings that will hold up.
“It’s okay. I’m not really stranded in the desert. I’ve got my passport and money enough to get home. This is fine,” I tell myself. What the hell did Delores see?
So far, I’m not seeing anywhere to get out of the scorching midday sun, and it feels like my skin is being charbroiled where I stand. A whimper leaves my mouth as I take a few steps and huddle close to the rock, facing away from the heat.
I’m not sure what it looked like in her vision, but there’s nothing here except this weirdly smooth wall.
The gold bracelet starts to glow at my wrist, and my eyes widen with shock. “What the shit?”
