Page 4 of Boundless Magic

“There’s a possibility of that?”

“It’s all supposition, Tums. Other than a trip to the Netherworld, I’ve never done anything like this.”

Dropping her hand, she nodded. “All right. I’ll leave you to read this book, since you’re the one with the photographic memory. I’ll see about summoning the Goddess for permission after I shoot a text to Dad and Uncle Alastair.”

“Good idea. If anyone has any experience with this, it’s them. Dad might have some good insight since he resided in the Otherworld so long.” Spring smiled prettily as she always did when she had a solid plan of attack.

“I hadn’t thought of that, but you’re right,” Autumn said, returning her smile. “If Isis answers anyone’s call, it will be his or Uncle Alastair’s.”

As she turned to go, Spring caught her arm.

“We’ll get them back, Tums. I promise you I won’t rest until I do.”

Overcome with gratitude and love, she hugged her youngest sister tightly. “You really are the family jewel, sissy. You are forever bright, beautiful, and kind. We are so blessed to have you in our lives.”

“I say that every single day,” Knox said from somewhere behind Autumn. His voice was packed with adoration for the woman he loved enough to fight the world and the heavens for.

A becoming blush tinged Spring’s cheeks as she met her mate’s gaze. Theirs were two souls that had survived many incarnations and would always find the other, regardless of time and circumstance. They were two halves of the same whole, and a couple more devoted to each other would be difficult to find.

“And so you should,” Autumn replied with an arched brow. “She’s da bomb.”

“True. She blew up my world in the best possible way,” he responded with a wide grin.

“Pfft. That was corny as hell.”

“You started with the cheesy phrases. Now go calm your husband as I kiss my bright, beautiful, and kind woman.”

Knox closed the distance and wrapped a large hand around the back of Spring’s neck, gently tangling his fingers in her hair. The look of love he graced her with was heart melting to anyone observing. No one could witness his emotion for her and not be awed by it.

“Don’t distract her. She has to help me find my kids,” Autumn warned. “Time is of the essence here.”

With a quick press of his lips to Spring’s, Knox released her. “We know, and we’re going to get them back, Autumn. Count on it.”

Tears stung her eyes, and she nodded. “Thank you. Both of you!”

After blinking away the moisture, Autumn dashed up the stairs and grabbed her cellphone from the counter. A shuffling in the children’s playroom caught her attention, and she went to check it out.

Nothing.

Frowning at the large indentation on the daybed, she started toward it, then stopped, mentally waving off the oddity. It was a mystery for another day. Right now, she had to get her father here. Deciding a call was better than a text, she dialed his number.

“Autumn? What’s wrong, honey?”

“The kids are missing, Daddy,” she croaked out. What was it about her father’s confidant voice that turned her into a small child again?

“Missing?”

Before she could reply, the connection dropped and there was a pounding on the front door. She rushed to the foyer.

Preston Thorne, her personal superhero, didn’t bother waiting for an answer and, instead, shoved open the door and entered the foyer. When his worried amber gaze locked with hers, he opened his arms, inviting her for a comforting hug.

Autumn flew across the room and dove into his embrace.

“Tell me what’s happening, sweetheart.”

“We don’t know much other than we think they teleported to an alternate dimension. Spring and I were hoping you and Uncle Alastair could help us.”

“Of course. Have you already come up with an action plan?”

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