Magical Midlife Meeting (Leveling Up #5)(29)

Austin nodded as Cyra neared the trees, fire swirling out around her.

“Why didn’t we fly them in, sir?” Kace asked, joining their gathering. Brochan stepped back and out of the way, deferring to Kace’s higher standing in the pack. Isabelle stood just beyond him.

“Here, miss.” Mr. Tom jogged back to Jess’s limo with a paper bag in one hand and a white plastic medicine bottle in the other. “Look at this! I completely forgot about this! A few chocolates for the car ride.”

“Ye should’ve given them to her when she was looking for snacks on the plane.” Niamh started forward. “Ye ruined her whole experience.”

“Ah, but look!” Mr. Tom jiggled the bag, more flustered and panicked than Austin had ever seen him. The way he was carrying on, one might assume he’d made a critical error that would cost lives. “Chocolates, miss! They are only slightly melted. Well, not melted now , per se, but melted at one time and reformed into…rather lovely…artistic shapes. You won’t even taste the difference. A little whitened, but that’s okay. It’s still chocolate. I know how chocolate calms you. It’s like catnip for Jane women, right?”

“No thanks,” Jess said. “Let’s just get on the road. I’m sure they’ll have food for us when we get there.”

“Or, look…” Mr. Tom held out the white medicinal bottle. “Chocolate-flavored stool softener. It will taste good and maybe loosen up the bowels. I know you’ve been nervous. Stress can cause lots of problems for the body. This will keep you regular and fulfill that chocolate craving you were clearly having on the plane.”

All the shifters turned to stare, their expressions flat but their poise and body language screaming their utter bewilderment. Austin thought about reassuring them that they would eventually get used to Mr. Tom’s antics, but he didn’t want to lie. Apparently, when he got flustered, Mr. Tom not only got weirder, but he started making very questionable decisions.

Austin turned away from Mr. Tom, shifting his focus back to Kace’s question. “The jet needed to have a manifest of passengers, which we suspected Elliot Graves would be able to access. We don’t want him knowing we have backup.” The basajaun bounded back from the woods, shaking his head. “Basajaun, take the second-to-last limo.” He’d be a spectacle. Better for him to get out toward the end so he wouldn’t take much focus away from Jessie.

“Mages don’t think about the wild lands other than to hunt and collect supplies for their craft,” Brochan said, his tone flat, emotionless. “Even to do that, they distance themselves from nature. They use vehicles whenever they can, guns, metal traps—they are more similar to Dicks and Janes than shifters when it comes to nature. It won’t occur to them that anyone might sneak in through the trees. They might not even realize there’s a threat of fliers showing up. The roads leading in and out are probably closely monitored, along with this landing strip and the entrances and exits for the lair. But mages are shortsighted. Extremely powerful but narrow-minded in their thinking. Hard to combat them unless you have a magic wielder, though.”

“Which we do,” Edgar said, still standing off to the side. Austin had nearly forgotten he was there. “We have the most powerful magic wielder in the world, actually. She can fight face-to-face combat, and we can rush in from the sides and behind.”

Austin nodded, because that was exactly right. They could handle mages—the battle with Kinsella had made that entirely clear.

“Load up.” Austin made a circle with his finger. “Let’s get to it before Mr. Tom convinces Jess she needs some Ex-Lax.”

“Hopefully the miss isn’t so nervous that she allows that to happen,” Edgar murmured, watching Mr. Tom straighten up and glance back. “Maybe he’s the one who should be asking for retirement.”

Niamh laughed, getting into a limo near the front.

“Brochan, check in with Jasper and make sure everything is coming along.” Austin broke away from the others and found Jess in the interior of the limo staring down at her hands. “Mr. Tom failed you again, huh?”

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “He found those chocolates in the bottom of his toiletry bag, did you hear that part? Who puts chocolates in a toiletry bag and how long have they been in there? He’s been at Ivy House for…years. When was the last time he traveled? Because looking at them, there was no way he recently packed those things.”

“I thought you always said never to question Mr. Tom?”

Her eyebrows flared and she looked out the window. “This is true. Did the basajaun feel anything? I couldn’t hear over the growling of my stomach.”

He slipped his fingers between hers and bumped her leg with his knee, knowing she was trying not to focus on her extreme discomfort with what they were doing. He played into it, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to try to convince her that they would pull through this. That he would make sure she made it out one way or another, with or without him.

“No, all is quiet. Listen, I think I have some caramels in my sock. Want me to dig around for them?”

This time a real smile peeked through. After a moment she said, “I did get my hopes up that there would be a big spread in the jet. I thought that was kind of a standard thing. You got, like, an air hostess and some…awesome little nibbles, or…I don’t know… Something. ”