when it finally passed, the shadow was gone. Quinn watched steadfastly for a few minutes until he was satisfied that there was definitely nothing in the surrounding area, before making his way to bed to curl up next to a warm and softly snoring Cade.
Quinn’s phone rang at close to two a.m., just as he’d managed to fall into an uneasy sleep. Cade mumbled beside him and Quinn quickly picked up his phone, switching it to silent. He swung his legs out of bed, sitting naked on the side.
“Percy, where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling you all night,” he hissed angrily. “All I want is someone on my bloody team to tell me what the hell is going on!”
“I’m sorry. We had a young warlock who could make things disappear. He has no idea how he does it but this time it was me.” Percy’s voice was wry, his tone apologetic. “He has some strange new power with the ability to send people into some sort of limbo land. I had the devil of a time getting out of there and getting the others out as well.”
“Has he been taken into custody until you can find out how the hell he does it? I don’t want the silly blighter doing it to all and sundry. That would just be bad for us as a whole. We don’t need any more bloody exposure.” Quinn’s voice was grim.
Percy sighed. “Yes, he’s at one of the Consortium centres. They’ll test him, see what’s causing it. If we can repeat it it’ll make a great parlour trick. Anyway, that’s by the by. You’ll want to know if we know anything about the Warlock death.”
“That’s exactly what I want to know.”
“Nothing’s surfaced yet. We’re working on it.”
“Well, step up the efforts. If someone’s lying dead out there somewhere we owe it to them to find them and let their family know. Not to mention find out how they died and who did it. Has there been anything yet on Jeremy Payton?” Quinn rolled his shoulder as he sat, feeling the tenseness in it.
“No. It’s as quiet as a nun. I’m not sure this death is the Witchfinder though. It just doesn’t feel like him.”
Quinn nodded. “I think the same. Keep me informed and let me know the minute you know anything. Oh, and in a couple of days I’m going down to visit that witch Misty Ravenbrook from the coven that had the death. I need to understand what the hell happened there. A Book of Shadows doing the rounds killing people is definitely something we need to look into.”
“Not to mention that you wouldn’t mind getting your greedy paws on it,” Percy remarked in amusement. “I know you too well, Quinn.”
Quinn scowled. “Yes, well, that’s not fucking likely to happen if Valensia has it. But we need to figure out for ourselves what happened.”
“I agree; it’s a dangerous affair.” Percy yawned. “God, I need some sleep after today. Quinn, go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you up so late. We’ll catch up tomorrow then?” Percy rang off.
Quinn sat in quiet contemplation for a minute until the bed shifted and a warm form come up behind up and begin to massage his shoulders. He groaned in satisfaction. “God, that feels good. I’m sorry I woke you.”
“It’s okay, I’m getting used to it.” Cade’s warm breath brushed his ear and the quick darting of his tongue inside it made Quinn shiver. He groaned in pleasure as goose bumps formed on his bare skin. Cade’s strong hands dug into his shoulder muscles, getting to the rigid muscles beneath and Quinn winced as he unknotted them.
“You could do this for a living, you know that? Anyone would love to be man- handled by you and those hands of yours.” He grinned as Cade’s warm breath ghosted against his back, and he smelt the warm male fragrance of him in his nostrils.
“Are you pimping me out like a damn rent boy?” Cade whispered in his ear. “Because I have to say you might not like it when I take it seriously and find someone else with a good, strong body, and a large—””
His boyfriend’s words were cut