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I was trying to protect everyone by calling Kaine. Kaine could round up Silvaria and Dorian no matter where they were. He could also get whatever else was in those shipping containers that were giving me the creeps off the streets and locked up somewhere safe.
I wasn’t thinking. Gabriel probably had a good reason for not sharing the magic in his grimoire, and what the fuck was the bureau going to do with Reyson being here? He’d probably get so offended if they wanted to turn him into a science project and study him.
I was all about science in school, but we were all supernatural creatures and had a healthy belief in magic, too. We weren’t like the humans that thought it had to be either-or. We believed in our gods, our magic, and we trusted the scientists among us.
Someone wasn’t going to be dumb enough to want to study Reyson, right? They were probably going to want to talk to him. I had a thing for the big, sexy god, and I definitely wanted more threesomes with Reyson and Ripley, but even I knew he could get petty when he got irritated.
Yeah, he gave Felix his body back, but he left that big, white cock on his face when he turned into the cat over some Oreo cookies. I still thought that was hilarious, but he also turned a hedge witch into a cockroach because he didn’t like how she spoke to him. He could turn the entire bureau into mice if he felt like it, or have dicks growing out of their foreheads for poking him.
That was kind of sexy.
“Kaine, I’m not working alone this time. I have an entire team with me, equipped with various forms of magic. The sigils are demonic. The owner of that shipping container made a deal with a demon. She’s working with Dorian Gray to do anything she can to get out of making her payment. She’s recruiting other people who made deals.”
“I hate uppity witches,” Kaine growled. “It’s not just demons. They don’t want to pay when the time comes. What was inside the container? Don’t lie to me. You liberated something from it.”
I might as well tell him. I called him in on this. He might as well know what he was walking into.
“There was this really creepy landscape painting we thought had Dorian Gray’s soul in it… we took it, but apparently it was just another decoy. Oh, and we liberated a demon she was holding hostage. Someone in Hell is helping her, we just don’t know why.”
“Only you would find this shit and callmewith it.”
“This is big shit, Kaine. It’s bigger than my team.”
“You think? Where are you staying? You know I need to get statements from all of you. I’ll come in person and not send an agent, because it’s you.”
“Kaine? Every single one of these people is immensely important to me, so keep them out of the public eye, like you do for me, okay?”
“I’ll protect your friends, Balthazar, but the one who did that to that revenant could be famous if they decide to share that knowledge.”
I snorted.
“He’s already famous. Or, well, his ancestors are. He gets treated like shit because of it.”
“I get it, but that kind of magic is redemption level magic.”
“That’s up to him. If you’re coming here to talk to us, you’d better keep your fire in check, because the librarian here will kick your ass if you singe her books. One of her other boyfriends here will bounce your dragon ass like a basketball if you upset her, not to mention the various things he could do to you magically.”
“I thought you learned your lessons about witches, after Helena?”
“They aren’tallbad, Kaine. You adopted one, and you can’t stop talking about her.”
“True. Beyla is amazing. She’s been asking to visit the library to apply for a card when she’s old enough. Things will be a mess at the office while we catalog all this and track down the owners. Silvaria was stupid and rented this with her real name and credit card. You can bet your ass I’ll be making a trip to the Library of the Profane to find out exactly what kind of shit you’ve brought me this time.”
I hung up the phone and turned to my team.
“Sorry. I didn’t even think when I called him. I just thought we needed help.”
Ripley sighed.
“We totally do. I’ll take all the help we can get, and Kaine Dragovich is a hero.”
“I agree, even if I don’t know him,” Reyson said.
“He’s kind of famous and my friend. Think you can you avoid turning his nose into a dick?”
Reyson just smirked.
“Let’s get Gabriel to bed. I think we are all thoroughly exhausted.”
