Page 253 of Gift from the Source
I rub my hands together excitedly. We’ve traveled within the realm plenty in the last few years, but she’s only taken me out of the realm once with them on their second trip to the Keep.
“Then as much trouble is needed to complete whatever little mission you’re cooking up in your mind.”
She jumps up from the couch and rushes to my side. “How long do we got before our trackers alert the guys?”
“Aww, shit, I forgot about that. Why did we decide that was a good idea again?”
She gives me a look that screams ‘really.’
“Because Elementra forbid anything happens to any of us again, any of the others can find us.”
It wasn’t long after the war, I finally had a little mental break about what happened to me. I thought I was doing good on my journey, but then my mom decided what was best for her was to take her own life rather than live out the five-hundred-year sentence Aurora gave her and my dads.
Stupidly, against the advice of my men and Willow’s men, I asked her to give them a little grace.
Turns out immortality means nothing if when she got done with that sentencing, she couldn’t have the social standing and popular lifestyle she wanted.
That was like the final nail in my heart when it came to her and my dads.
I couldn’t sleep at night, though. Between the thoughts of Willy and of me being kidnapped over and over, I told her I needed something to make me feel better. The nightmare of us getting kidnapped together, or me and one of my men, her men, played on repeat every night. It always came and I was never found.
So the two of us put our heads together and came up with the brilliant idea of searing permeant tracking imprints on all our magical signatures.
They’re dormant until activated and they don’t activate if we’re all within a certain radius of one another.
After a certain amount of time, it’ll automatically alert all of us if we transport somewhere outside our ‘safe’ zones. The Academy, the palace, the mansion, Terravile pack, Willow’s mom’s, or my lake house.
“An hour. Can we get where we’re going and back before then?”
“Pushing it, but we can try. We’re staying within the realm, so we should be okay.”
I have no qualms about it.
I trust her with my life.
“Ready?” she asks.
“Let’s do it.”
She sweeps us away through a transport and when we step out, she snatches onto my arm quickly.
“Holy fuck, Willow. What the hell?” I scream as I almost step off a massive-ass volcanic cliff. “Why are we on a cliff in the desolate lands?”
My eyes travel the distance until they land on Pyra and all her vicious glory and reminders.
“Shit, sorry, I meant to drop us a few feet back. Come on,” she says, pulling me behind her.
“How in the…”
My words trail off as I follow her down a few of the rock formations until our feet hit a flat surface and she travels into the mouth of a cave.
“What are we doing here, Willy?” I ask as her hands light a flame so we can see where we’re walking.
“Looking for something, well, two somethings. One is going to look like a shiny black dagger, just like this.” In her hand, her shadows form a dark dagger that looks almost made of glass. “And this.” In the other palm, the same exact texture of the dagger forms a triangle, but instead of being black, it’s a deep burgundy.
“What do we need that for?”
“Can’t tell you. You got to figure it out. It’s going to be soexciting.”
