Page 52 of Dangerous Relics and the Women Who Love Them
“Apparently, if you touch it, all your money tends to disappear. I haven’t figured out how to disable it, but I’ve researched it. It was made as a birthday gift for an emperor who was born under the sign of the horse. I’m guessing he was a greedy shit bag to be given something like this. Anyway, you shouldn’t touch it. You don’t even have a bank account, so I can’t imagine what it would take from you.”
Loki appeared again in a puff of fire. He looked pretty pissed.
“Valentine and the bones are no longer at the hotel room. The front desk said he checked out yesterday.”
“He’s not gone,” Killian said. “He still needs the grimoire.”
“Unless they’ve forced Asfrid to write a new spell,” Loki said.
“They still need a witch,” I pointed out.
“Maybe they don’t,” Bjorn said. “The hybrids were dual natured. Eclipses had all kinds of power for the shifters back in our day. Asfrid could have written a spell for a shifter, and that was why they waited this entire time.”
I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all. I liked it even less when Sasha came stumbling into the warehouse holding her head, and there was blood running down her forehead.
“I thought that bloody werewolf was supposed to be on our side? He knocked on my door. I know you said not to let him in, but he attacked me. He ripped a page out of the grimoire and ran.”
Shit.Shit!No one had ever stolen from the Museum of the Profane before, much less a contractor who came highly recommended by the board. Who was I supposed to call for this? Gertrude would want to know since Valentine was only here because of her. If I was going to have the Paranormal Investigation Bureau here, I wanted Kaine.
I also really wanted to call my twin.
This had honestly never happened to me before. The museum hadn’t been robbed.Whydid it have to happen on my watch? No, I needed to think about my employee. I helped Sasha over to a chair.
“How are you?”
“Fucker hit me with a brick, but vampire healing, you know. I got the page he stole scanned before he ripped it out. So I can get it emailed to you.”
“You need to go to the hospital.”
“Yeah, no. If you’re hunting that fucker down, I want in. I’m fine. You need to call Gertrude.”
We all looked at each other. Bjorn’s theory was probably right. If Valentine stole one page and not the entire grimoire, then there was the possibility a shifter could do their resurrection spell.
And Valentine now had it. Fuck Gertrude. I was calling Kaine, then my twin.
