Page 73 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

I look at Sully questioningly. I haven’t used any other portals except for this one, so I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“This is old magic. Not many can do this anymore,” Sully replies. He carries on speaking, clearly closing the conversation. “It is already calibrated for Niamh’s pub; tell her I say hi.” His smile widens, “Watch out for the first step boys, it’s a doozy.”

“I’ll tell her, Sully,” I say as I step toward the portal and then carry on walking. I’ve done this so many times that it is as easy as simply walking through a door.

Sully is right to warn the guys though, because it can be quite disorientating the first time that you use it, and I’m assuming that Sully warned them about it because it’s different than when they go through the other portals.

“Neith,” Niamh greets me as she immediately pulls me into her arms.

Niamh’s place has a similar feel to Sully’s but it’s much older, her office has lower ceilings, with dark wood beams exposed. She has a fireplace in here and a couple in the main pub too, and there isn’t a place to dance. The only time that changes is when they have the local bands play. This place is as traditional as it gets.

I fucking love it here.

“Hey!” I say and then feel the portal buzz behind me, “I brought people with me.”

Her smile is knowing as she says, “I was hoping you would. Sully told me all about them.”

I chuckle, “Of course he has.”

I don’t get to say anything else though as Evander stumbles through, looking as white as a sheet.

“What the fuck was that?” he asks.

“Old magic,” Niamh says, looking more amused than she probably should.

All of the guys have a similar reaction to coming through the portal except for Raiden, who walks through it with no trouble. If I had to guess, I would assume that it’s because he travels through the spirit realm, so he has a higher tolerance for this kind of magic.

I may be wrong though.

He grins proudly at the others, clearly enjoying the fact that he is absolutely fine and they’re not.

“Alright, have a seat you lot. I don’t want anyone throwing up. I’ll get you something to help,” Niamh orders and the guys automatically do as she’s told them to and sit down.

She disappears out of the room and toward the pub.

“Are you guys alright?” I ask them.

River groans from where he’s sprawled out on the floor, “Sully wasn’t kidding. That really is a fucking dozy.”

“Are the realm portals not like that?” I ask.

Reed shakes his head, “Not at all. It’s like stepping into another room. Not the swirling mass of power that portal seems to be.”

“Oh,” I reply. “If it helps, you get used to it pretty quickly.”

Ransom groans, “Oh god, we’ve got to go back that way.”

“I’m flying,” Griff grouches, making me laugh.

My laughter earns me scowls from them, but I can’t help it. It really isn’t that bad.

“Here you go,” Niamh says as she walks back into the room.

It turns out that her something to help is glasses of whiskey.

“I thought whiskey was a Scottish thing?” River frowns.

“Don’t be so stereotypical,” Niamh immediately chastises, and River looks really apologetic. Niamh continues, “Everyone loves a good whiskey, and it can cure all kinds of ailments. Drink up.”

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