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“It’s like a looking glass!” Haxil elbow bumped me. “How fascinating.”
The hunter snickered but didn’t enlighten us. “I’ll get the rock needed from the Isle of Malician.”
I frowned. “How?”
The Fire Wolf smirked. “I have my ways.” He put the rectangular apparatus in his pocket again, then raised his eyebrows. “Since you can’t go to the underworld without testing your mortality, I’ll plan on getting the lava rock and meeting you back in the fae lands. I should be able to by tomorrow Earth time.”
“That soon?” Norivun’s eyebrows shot up.
The hunter merely smiled mockingly. “Yeah, that soon.”
“A day in Earth time is nearly a week in our time,” Haxil interjected.
The Fire Wolf shrugged. “Then you’ll have some time to kill.”
“What about the spell?” I asked. “Who’s going to cast it?”
“Do you speak Latin? Or know how to pronounce the words?” the hunter asked.
Norivun and I both frowned. “No.” I shook my head. “I’ve never heard of that language.”
“I haven’t either,” the crown prince added.
“Then I guess I’ll have to cast it.” The Fire Wolf arched an eyebrow. “Now, where should we meet?”
CHAPTER 27 - NORIVUN
The Fire Wolf gave us a portal key, explaining how they worked, and assured us that he’d meet us in a week’s time to complete the spell that would destroy the warlock’s veil of death.
Knowing we had time to kill, we returned to the inn in the Nolus capital, and since we traveled together, the six of us appeared at once.
To say the journey back was as hideous as the journey to the strange land of Europe was an understatement.
Nish snorted when we finally stood on even ground again. “Those portal keys are atrocious.”
“Agreed,” Ryder replied and smoothed back his braid.
“Anyone know what day it is?” I asked.
“I’ll find out.” Ilara mistphased before any of us could blink and returned not even a second later. “The hunter was right. An entire week has passed since we left.”
“Where did you go?” Nish asked.
“The front desk. I asked the employee working,” Ilara replied sweetly.
Haxil whistled. “Ock, you’re fast. You weren’t even gone a minute.”
I smirked. “She’s almost as fast as me.”
Ilara laughed. “And to think I intentionally mistphased slower than I normally do just to stroke your fragile male ego.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Me? Have an ego?”
She snorted. “I know,never.”
“And a fragile one at that. You’re correct,never. My ego is quite robust, thank you very much.”
She laughed again, and I suddenly needed to feel her in my arms, needed to scent her unique fragrance, and needed to quell the uneasiness that was rolling through me despite our playful words.