Page 91 of Fumiko and the Finicky Nestmate
Returning in a day and a half
Now spill about lunch
Later, I swear
Right now, I need to talk to Argent
Use your sigil, my dear nephew
It’s not just for looks, you know
Oh
I forgot
You remember how to call for him?
Think so
Let me see who’s around
I want ALL the juicy details later
I promise
Everything was quiet in the guesthouse, but Akira had expected that. Juuyu, Sinder, and Colt would still be at the museum. Which left Hallow. The assorted sigils and barriers on the door to Moon’s den let him through.
Hallow glanced up from the book he was reading and frowned. “Something wrong, Akira?”
“Can you do the thing with my sigil?” He rubbed his shoulder. “I want to reach Argent.”
“Well, I was briefed. In case of emergencies.” Hallow eased out from under Moon’s arm and sat on the edge of the bed. “I know the theory, but … I’m not exactly full-fledged.”
“I practiced with Ginkgo. It worked with him.”
“Right, then.” Hallow offered his palms. “May I touch?”
“Yeah. And it’s best if I lie down.”
Patting the space beside Moon, the bat crosser cheerfully said, “We happen to have an opening.”
Akira scooted into place and hid his face against Moon’s chest. Michael had explained everything in excruciating detail, and Akira had practiced with Argent, Deece, and Ginkgo until he’d learned to properly direct his thoughts. But even if he got that part right, he needed someone with Amaranthine blood to jumpstart the sigil.
Michael had compared it to placing a call. Argent would know someone was messing with his sigilcraft, and he would take care of everything from there.
It wasn’t difficult. Neither was it easy.
Especially with his thoughts skittering every which direction.
“Settled?” checked Hallow.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“Hold still, yeah? I don’t want your blood on my fangs.” Clearing his throat, Hallow blandly added, “Feel free to overlook the vampiric overtures.”
Akira chuckled.
Hallow tugged down the neckline on Akira’s T-shirt and lightly pressed his teeth to the sigil.
