Natural Mage (Magical Mayhem #2)(14)

Instead, he’d found himself wandering away from the tourists and the pubs to this bit of untamed land. The rain battered him and the chill soaked through him, but his thoughts weren’t dark. No, he found himself thinking of the jokes and laughter he’d shared with his brother before their lives had fallen apart. Penny’s warm embraces, and how she’d grabbed hold of his heart.

How it had felt when the two of them worked together in her magic bubble.

All the while, he’d been followed by mages with seemingly one task—watch and report.

The spies were tenacious. The first time he’d noticed them, at a magical street fair in France, there’d only been two. He’d given them the slip easily.

They’d found him again at a bar in Brussels, and that time, it had been harder to get away without notice.

But here they were again. More this time. The Guild was getting serious. They’d make a move soon. He needed to get back to the Realm, where his magic was the strongest and there were better places to hide.

First, though…

He peered around the large boulder to the reason he’d stopped his bike.

Amidst a circle of smallish, plain gray stones throbbed a deep pulse of power. Raw and wild, the stone promised reserves of power for the weary magic user. It was exactly the kind of thing Penny would fawn over, with some sort of personality only she’d be able to read. It was like the others he’d gathered for her.

He clenched his jaw.

The problem was its proximity to the mages’ crumbling hideout. They’d clearly stationed themselves there in anticipation of his riding past on his bicycle. They’d probably had no idea he would stop near such a desolate, ravaged, old structure with no tourism merits.

Unless their previous directive of “watch and report” had changed to “take him down at all costs,” and this was a good location to wait until he was close before springing into action.

Though…given that he was close, and they hadn’t sprung…

No, they must’ve thought he would ride by. They probably had a car on the other side and intended to inconspicuously follow him. Like they had inconspicuously followed him all those other times, sticking out like sore thumbs.

The Mages’ Guild employed idiots.

What to do…

If he ran at the stone in an attempt to snatch it on the fly, they’d probably assume it was an attack and reciprocate.

A battle would ensue.

But if he nonchalantly wandered that direction, his hands in his pockets and whistling, like anyone out for a stroll through the wet fields on a cold, miserable day, they might assume he was vulnerable and attack.

A battle would ensue.

The alternative was to turn around, get on his bike, and go back to the mindless pedaling. They’d continue to watch, and he’d continue to mind his own business until he could get out of here and do a better job of losing them this time. He didn’t need that power stone—Penny had plenty, was surely over him, and likely wanted him to leave her the hell alone—and he didn’t need to further blacken his already corrupted heart by going on a killing spree.

Leaving was the smart thing.

He slapped the rock he stood behind in frustration. Smart or not, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The feel of that stone was special. It called to him. Whispered to him of the woman who plagued his dreams. Begged him to grab it, package it up, and send it to her.

He blew out a breath, the memory of her sweet smile drifting through his thoughts.

It was probably harassment at this point, but he had to send her one more. Just one more to let her know he was thinking of her. That he’d never forget her. After that, he’d leave her alone and let her move on.

Boy, would this whole scheme crumble if the source of power wasn’t actually a stone, but some item that couldn’t be removed.

“So what do I do?” he whispered softly. “Run at it, or meander toward it?”

A cold wind swept along the ground, scraping his cheeks with icy claws.

Whatever he did, he needed to do it soon, or he’d turn into a magical popsicle.

“Meander. Meandering is the safest approach.” He stepped out from behind the boulder, his head pointed toward the ocean beyond, and his eyes cut to the various figures hunkered around the stone like ill-fitting goobers.

As expected, most of them jolted. Then shifted. Two heads came together in an impromptu meeting.

“Nothing to see here, folks,” he murmured without moving his lips. Little translucent tags waved from the various elements around him, offering themselves up for use in his quick-fire spells. “Mind your business.”

The soggy earth squished beneath his feet. A light drizzle shifted down, layering his skin. Still, the frigid air scraped across his face.

The shapes within the ruins stilled as he came within a hundred feet of the circle of stones. Those near the end of the rock wall crouched, their focus acute.

Did they think they were hiding? They couldn’t. Which meant they were more confident than the last pursuers he’d encountered. And why wouldn’t they be? They had more magical workers fanned out around the area. If they worked together even the slightest bit, they’d easily elevate their might and pose a real threat to him.

But they weren’t natural witches like Penny. They wouldn’t give him any surprises. They’d been brainlessly trained in the same lessons he’d learned: learn your spells, guard your secrets, and, above all, power is king.