Magical Midlife Meeting (Leveling Up #5)(28)

Austin dropped his hand to the small of my back and guided me toward the steps.

“What you’re saying,” I started again, “is that you will build a castle around my keep, manage the very powerful creatures I have called in, and also create some sort of massive shifter organization that sticks it to the Mages’ Guild and Momar?”

Austin paused as I grabbed the railing and started climbing the stairs in black three-inch stilettos.

I should’ve worn flats.

“Yeah,” he said, following me up. “Might as well, right? Beyond the initial meet-and-greets, your people don’t seem to need much muscling around. I might as well look for a bigger challenge.”

I laughed and stopped on the stairs, stepping down one so my back connected with his front. He placed a hand on my hip, and I paused for a moment.

“You’re a good person, Austin Steele. I’ll help you claim vengeance for him, and for every other shifter they’ve wronged. If I live, obviously.”

“Of course you’re going to live,” he said softly, waiting for me to keep going. “You’ll be the heir that lives forever.”

Shivers covered my body and lead filled my stomach. I hoped those weren’t his famous last words.





ELEVEN

A FLEET of limos awaited the Ivy House crew at a nondescript landing strip at the base of a mountain range in Colorado. White peaks rose with jagged edges into the sapphire blue above, the air scrubbed clean by the dense trees surrounding them. A single tower rose into the sky behind the woods.

A prickling of warning moved across Austin’s skin, prompting his animal to grow restless, urging him to shed his skin and slip into those trees, to scout the area. Brochan stepped up next to him, his body tense, his eyes distant.

“Do you feel that, sir?” he asked, in a submissive way to alert Austin to the danger. If Austin had needed it, here was further proof the shifter had no problem relinquishing his alpha mantle, even in pressurized situations.

“Yes.” Austin watched the basajaun descend the stairs and then strut off into the trees, disappearing immediately. “The basajaun can speak to trees. He’ll assess the danger.”

“I wondered how that other one up north knew I was in its territory,” Brochan said softly, scanning the area. “I was roaming when I caught its scent. I didn’t feel like circling around, so I changed my direction to downwind and hightailed it. It got around and in front of me. That thing was not fun to deal with. I hoped never to see one again.”

“Please tell me you didn’t kill it.”

“Are you kidding, sir? I’m not that stupid. No, I fought it until I could prove I was a risky challenge, and then I bartered with it. I didn’t know they could talk to the woods. I’ve always heard they’re prickly to deal with and they don’t often bother with anyone but the basajaunak.”

“Usually that’s true, yes. Until Jess charmed this one, I’d given him a large berth. He’s downright placid when it comes to her. It seems he thinks their fates are intertwined.”

“Ah yeah. Fate. Tricky bitch.”

“Yes. Very. But this basajaun has been incredibly helpful to have around.”

“It’s magic.” Jess stopped next to the open limo door, the driver waiting beside it in a tux similar to Mr. Tom’s. “What you’re all sensing is magic. It’s everywhere around here—on the runway, draped between the trees, on the ground… It’s basically an elaborate tripwire system, but I don’t sense anything terribly dangerous. Roam at will.”

“In other words, they think anyone sneaking into the area will be using an airplane,” Hollace said, following her.

“Yes.” Jess checked her watch. “We need to get going. Basajaun!” she called. “Come on. You can check things out when we get closer.”

The basajaun emerged from the trees, his hair sticking up from his shoulders and his bow tie absolutely ridiculous. He was taking a page out of Mr. Tom’s book, apparently.

“There is nothing around this area. No watchers,” he said.

“Magic is doing the watching. They don’t need people.” Jess gave the jet a final, forlorn look before ducking into the last limo. Her team would arrive right before her and spread out around her for cover so as to give her a grander entrance.

“Yes, miss, I know you are severely disappointed.” Mr. Tom walked closer, frazzled, his arms braced on his hips and his wings rustling behind him. Niamh and Edgar walked behind him. “But how was I supposed to know they wouldn’t stock the jets with snacks and drinks? Really, all that expense and they only provide water and ice? I think they cut corners for magical people, that’s what I think.”

“I think they expected magical people to read the fine print when that is their job,” Niamh berated as Jasper descended from the jet. He immediately turned to monitor the service staff carrying down the luggage.

“I looked over the fine print, I thought,” Mr. Tom murmured, turning and walking back toward Jasper, scanning the luggage as it was brought down and put in a neat pile to be divided up between the limos.

“Beautiful.” Cyra sauntered in front of Austin and spread her arms, gazing at the mountains around them. Fire ballooned up around her like wings. “I would love to take a moment for flight.”