Origin of Magic (Dragon's Gift: The Protector #3)(58)

“How about a drink first?” Clarence said.

Del growled, but Nix interjected, her voice almost nice. She had the most self control out of the three of us. “No can do, Clarence. You know… Mr. Oribis”—her voice tripped on the name, probably because she wanted to call him OMB—“wants the daggers soon. Maybe next time, though.”

“Next time.” Clarence shook his head like he didn’t believe her. He might be a snake, but he was a clever one. His chest puffed up a bit. “You know I’m the only one who knows how to get into the temple. How to get into any of the places in this jungle.”

“And we’re so grateful you’re meeting with us. Mr. Oribis is so grateful.” Nix dug into her pocket and pulled out the crumpled envelope that contained Clarence’s pay. We’d counted it and found—unsurprisingly—that it was more than ours combined, even though all he had to do was chat with us for two minutes. I’d wanted to scream when I’d seen it.

Clarence’s gaze snapped to the money. “All right, all right.”

Apparently his need to be flattered went out the window when cash was in front of his face. Couldn’t blame him, though. I was the same way.

“So, what are we up against?” I asked.

The temple containing the daggers had been built by supernaturals over a thousand years ago. Like other temples of its kind, it was magically protected. Clarence’s intel would save us a ton of time and damage to the temple if we could get around the enchantments rather than breaking through them.

“Dvarapala. A big one.”

“A gatekeeper?” I’d seen one of the giant, stone monster statues at another temple before.

“Yep.” He nodded slowly. “Impossible to get through. The temple’s as big as the Titanic—hidden from humans, of course—but no one’s been inside in centuries, they say.”

Hidden from humans was a given. They had no idea supernaturals existed, and we wanted to keep it that way.

“So how’d you figure out the way in?” Del asked. “And why haven’t you gone in? Bet there’s lots of stuff you could fence in there. Temples are usually full of treasure.”

“A bit of pertinent research told me how to get in. And I’d rather sell the entrance information and save my hide. It won’t be easy to get past the booby traps in there.”

Hide? Snakeskin, more like. Though he had a point. I didn’t think he’d last long trying to get through a temple on his own.

“So? Spill it,” I said, anxious to get going.

He leaned in, and the overpowering scent of cologne and sweat hit me. I grimaced, held my breath, then leaned forward to hear his whispers.

***

As soon as Clarence walked away, the communications charms around my neck vibrated. I jumped, then groaned. Only one person had access to this charm.

I shoved the small package Clarence had given me into my short’s pocket and pressed my fingertips to the comms charm, igniting its magic.

“Hello, Mr. Oribis.” I swallowed my bile at having to be polite.

“Girls,” he grumbled.

Nix made a gagging face. We hated when he called us girls.

“Change of plans. You need to go to the temple tonight.”

“What? But it’s dark. We’re going tomorrow.” He never changed the plans on us. This was weird.

“I need the daggers sooner. Go tonight.”

My mind raced. “The jungle is more dangerous in the dark. We’ll do it if you pay us more.”

“Twice the usual,” Del said.

A tinny laugh echoed from the charm. “Pay you more? You’re lucky I pay you at all.”

I gritted my teeth and said, “But we’ve been working for you for four years without a raise.”

“And you’ll be working for me for four more years. And four after that. And four after that.” Annoyance lurked in his tone. So did his low opinion of us.

Del’s and Nix’s brows crinkled in distress. We’d always suspected that OMB wasn’t planning to let us buy our freedom, but he’d dangled that carrot in front of us. What he’d just said made that seem like a big fat lie, though. One we could add to the many others he’d told us.

An urge to rebel, to stand up to the bully who controlled our lives, seethed in my chest.

“No,” I said. “You treat us like crap, and I’m sick of it. Pay us fairly.”

“I treat you like crap, as you so eloquently put it, because that is exactly what you are. FireSouls.” He spit the last word, imbuing it with so much venom I thought it might poison me.

I flinched, frantically glancing around to see if anyone in the bar had heard what he’d called us. Fortunately, they were all distracted. That didn’t stop my heart from thundering in my ears as rage replaced the fear. I opened my mouth to shout at him, but snapped it shut. I was too afraid of pissing him off.

“Get it by dawn,” he barked. “Or I’m turning one of you in to the Order of the Magica. Prison will be the least of your worries. They might just execute you.”

I gasped. “You wouldn’t.” Our government hunted and imprisoned—or destroyed—FireSouls.

“Oh, I would. And I’d enjoy it. The three of you have been more trouble than you’re worth. You’re getting cocky, thinking you have a say in things like this. Get the daggers by dawn, or one of you ends up in the hands of the Order.”