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Riley began.
    â€œI can help with that.”
    Bran, on his feet, an arm around Sasha, held out his hand. The ball of light hovering over his palm illuminated the room.
    Seeing her friends lifted her heart as the song had. Sasha, the seer, with her hair like the sun and her eyes of the sky, and Bran, the sorcerer, so handsome with his magick lighting him. And Riley, one hand on the butt of the gun on her hip—at the ready—her dark gold eyes looking everywhere at once as Doyle, a warrior through and through, stood with his sword already drawn.
    And Sawyer, always Sawyer, with the compass of the traveler in his hand.
    They might be bruised and bloodied from the last battle, but they were safe and together.
    â€œIs this our home now?” she wondered. “It’s very pretty.”
    â€œUnless Sawyer dropped us at the wrong address, I say this is the new HQ.” Though her hand stayed on her gun, Riley moved from the window.
    The room had colorful cushions on a long bed—no, Annika reminded herself, a sofa. And chairs and tables with pretty lamps. The floor—they all had reason to know—was hard, with large tiles the color of sun-beaten sand.
    Riley moved to one of the lamps, turned the switch and, with the magic of electricity, it lit.
    â€œLet me get my bearings, make sure we’re in the right place. We don’t want a visit from the
polizia
.”
    Riley moved out of the room through a wide, arched opening. In seconds, more light poured through. Sheathing his sword, Doyle moved out after her.
    â€œHere’s all our stuff, at least it looks like all of it. And it looks like it had a softer landing than we did.”
    Annika peeked out. She didn’t know what to call the space with its big door facing the sea, and the archways leading to other spaces. But their bags and boxes sat in a pile in the center of it.
    And with a muttered curse, Doyle heaved his motorcycle upright.
    â€œI had to drop the stuff first so we didn’t end up landing on it,” Sawyer said. “Bull’s-eye or not, Riley?”
    â€œIt fits the description I got,” Riley went on. “And the location. There’s supposed to be a large living area with glass doors leading to a . . . And here we go.”
    More lights, and as Riley said, a large room with more of the sofas and chairs and pretty little things. But best, oh, best of all, the wide, wide glass to bring in the sky and sea.
    When Annika rushed forward to open the glass, Riley stayed her hand.
    â€œDon’t. Not yet. There’s an alarm system. I have the code. We need to turn it off before we open this, or anything else.”
    â€œPanel’s right here,” Sawyer told her, and tapped it.
    â€œGive me a sec.” Riley dug a piece of paper out of her pocket. “Didn’t want to trust my memory in case the trip scrambled my brains.”
    â€œShifting doesn’t scramble brains.” Grinning, Sawyer knocked his knuckles on Riley’s head as she keyed in the code.
    â€œGo ahead and open it, Annika.”
    When she did, she twirled out onto a wide terrace, where there was night and moon, sea and the scent of it all, all perfumed with lemons and flowers.
    â€œIt’s beautiful! I’ve never seen it from so high.”
    â€œBut you’ve seen it before?” Sawyer asked her. “Capri?”
    â€œFrom the sea. And beneath, where there are blue caves and deep water and the bones of ships that sailed long ago. There are flowers!” She reached out to touch the petals of flowers spilling out of hefty pots in bright colors. “I can water and tend them. It can be my job.”
    â€œDeal. This is the place.” With a satisfied nod, Riley set her hands on her hips. “Kudos again, Sawyer.”
    â€œWe should check through it in any case.” Bran stood at the opening, dark, intense eyes scanning the sky.
    Nerezza often came from the sky.
    â€œI’ll be