I'm pretty sure your mom will bargain Anjelo into safety."
I smiled. Logan was right about Mom. She was one tough chick and she wouldn't back down. And something told me she knew the Wraiths and Wrythiin better than anyone else. Anjelo would be safe with Mom.
That left me with Greer.
I took a deep, reluctant breath. "I guess you're right. Maybe I knew it all along." I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "First we have to find out where she went when she jumped through the portal."
"Finding Greer should come first. If she ended up in the Bahamas and is currently sipping margaritas and working on her tan, she's definitely low priority."
I snorted. "You're a funny guy." I grinned at him, then asked, "So we'll need someone to scry for her?"
"How much do you know about scrying?"
"A tad more than nothing," I answered with a shrug.
"Okay. I can put a request in for a Tracker. We'll get one to you as soon as possible."
"A tracker?"
"Yeah. A Mage with the ability to scry. Some of our Trackers are extremely powerful. They will need personal belongings of the missing person to help get a lock on their location."
"But I don't have anything of Greer's." My heart sank. Just when we had the opportunity to find her, we hit a dead end.
"You don't have anything? Letters? Clothing?" Logan frowned.
I wanted to laugh. It wasn't as if Greer and I had spent much quality time. Our most recent close encounter had more to do with throwing punches and hair-pulling than with sisterly heart-to-hearts.
That was it.
I sat up stiffly. "I think I might have something. Could you check the coat stand beside the front door? I need my leather jacket—I wore it when Greer and I fought in Niko's lab."
Logan nodded and headed for the coat rack, returning quickly with my jacket. Greer hadn't held back when she'd fought me. At the time, I'd been certain she would've killed me given the chance. I inspected the entire coat then whooped softly as I picked at two long strands of white-blond hair.
In the struggle I may or may not have grabbed her hair. I grimaced, pushing away ironic thoughts of cat fights as I held the strands out to Logan.
He dug into his pocket and retrieved a rolled-up plastic envelope. He held it open and I dropped the strands into it and watched him seal the packet.
"Good. So we have her hair. Will that be enough for the Tracker?"
"I'm pretty sure there isn't anything better for a tracker than biological objects like skin, hair and blood." Logan rose and placed the plastic bag on my nightstand. "I'll get the Tracker organized and ring you to confirm the time. I'm hoping it won't take too long."
I nodded. "Thanks. Let's get this show on the road."
"That's the right attitude. Now you and I both need to get some sleep." He moved to the door. "Will you be okay?"
"I'll be fine if you have to leave." I smiled up at him. "Although you are welcome to stay. You'll be even more exhausted by the time you get to your hotel."
Logan hesitated as he looked at me, then grinned that cheeky, sexy way that sent shivers up my spine. "Okay. I'll make the call for the Tracker then hit the sack."
I smiled as he left the room to make his calls. I threw off the covers and headed into the bathroom to brush the garlic from my breath before I crashed. My reflection in the harsh fluorescent light was far from comforting.
In two weeks I'd wasted away. My face was gaunt, cheekbones sticking out like one of those runway models who lived on a daily diet of a small block of cheese and painkilling drugs. My eyes did seem brighter though. Most likely Logan's treatment.
When I returned to the room, he was standing beside the bed, a pillow in hand, looking a bit lost.
"What's wrong?"
"I need a rug or a blanket."
"Why?" I frowned. "Aren't you sleeping in here?"
"Hell I am." He snorted and went to the closet I pointed to. "If I sleep in the same bed as you, I'll certainly not be getting any rest." I suppressed a laugh. He held the blanket to his
I smiled. Logan was right about Mom. She was one tough chick and she wouldn't back down. And something told me she knew the Wraiths and Wrythiin better than anyone else. Anjelo would be safe with Mom.
That left me with Greer.
I took a deep, reluctant breath. "I guess you're right. Maybe I knew it all along." I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "First we have to find out where she went when she jumped through the portal."
"Finding Greer should come first. If she ended up in the Bahamas and is currently sipping margaritas and working on her tan, she's definitely low priority."
I snorted. "You're a funny guy." I grinned at him, then asked, "So we'll need someone to scry for her?"
"How much do you know about scrying?"
"A tad more than nothing," I answered with a shrug.
"Okay. I can put a request in for a Tracker. We'll get one to you as soon as possible."
"A tracker?"
"Yeah. A Mage with the ability to scry. Some of our Trackers are extremely powerful. They will need personal belongings of the missing person to help get a lock on their location."
"But I don't have anything of Greer's." My heart sank. Just when we had the opportunity to find her, we hit a dead end.
"You don't have anything? Letters? Clothing?" Logan frowned.
I wanted to laugh. It wasn't as if Greer and I had spent much quality time. Our most recent close encounter had more to do with throwing punches and hair-pulling than with sisterly heart-to-hearts.
That was it.
I sat up stiffly. "I think I might have something. Could you check the coat stand beside the front door? I need my leather jacket—I wore it when Greer and I fought in Niko's lab."
Logan nodded and headed for the coat rack, returning quickly with my jacket. Greer hadn't held back when she'd fought me. At the time, I'd been certain she would've killed me given the chance. I inspected the entire coat then whooped softly as I picked at two long strands of white-blond hair.
In the struggle I may or may not have grabbed her hair. I grimaced, pushing away ironic thoughts of cat fights as I held the strands out to Logan.
He dug into his pocket and retrieved a rolled-up plastic envelope. He held it open and I dropped the strands into it and watched him seal the packet.
"Good. So we have her hair. Will that be enough for the Tracker?"
"I'm pretty sure there isn't anything better for a tracker than biological objects like skin, hair and blood." Logan rose and placed the plastic bag on my nightstand. "I'll get the Tracker organized and ring you to confirm the time. I'm hoping it won't take too long."
I nodded. "Thanks. Let's get this show on the road."
"That's the right attitude. Now you and I both need to get some sleep." He moved to the door. "Will you be okay?"
"I'll be fine if you have to leave." I smiled up at him. "Although you are welcome to stay. You'll be even more exhausted by the time you get to your hotel."
Logan hesitated as he looked at me, then grinned that cheeky, sexy way that sent shivers up my spine. "Okay. I'll make the call for the Tracker then hit the sack."
I smiled as he left the room to make his calls. I threw off the covers and headed into the bathroom to brush the garlic from my breath before I crashed. My reflection in the harsh fluorescent light was far from comforting.
In two weeks I'd wasted away. My face was gaunt, cheekbones sticking out like one of those runway models who lived on a daily diet of a small block of cheese and painkilling drugs. My eyes did seem brighter though. Most likely Logan's treatment.
When I returned to the room, he was standing beside the bed, a pillow in hand, looking a bit lost.
"What's wrong?"
"I need a rug or a blanket."
"Why?" I frowned. "Aren't you sleeping in here?"
"Hell I am." He snorted and went to the closet I pointed to. "If I sleep in the same bed as you, I'll certainly not be getting any rest." I suppressed a laugh. He held the blanket to his
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