Wicked Deal (Shadow Guild: The Rebel 2)
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No. And I don’t need to. You’ve got real problems staring at you now, so you’ve got to deal with them. Don’t go borrowing trouble.
“Don’t go borrowing trouble.” I stared at her, liking that phrase. “You’re right.”
Of course I’m right.
Deep in my soul, I knew that I’d have to confront the vision I’d had, but not now. I needed to focus. We had twenty-four hours to save Guild City.
“Thanks, Cordelia.”
She nodded. You can owe me a kebab.
“Sure.” I made a shooing motion. “Now, you should scram. We don’t need the Devil knowing you can get into his place.”
She tapped her head with a little claw. Good thinking.
She disappeared, and I pulled out my mobile to call Mac.
My friend picked up on the third ring without bothering with hello. “You find anything good?”
“Yeah. Can you meet?”
“Not yet. Almost got some info, though.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Tracking this one last guy. He’s supposed to get off work in a couple hours, and we can nab him.”
“Shall we meet in the morning, then?” That would give us a day to stop this thing. I’d rather get started right away, but we didn’t have enough info. And I needed some rest. So did Grey. We’d be staggering to the fight at this rate.
“First thing, your place. Sound good?” Mac asked.
“Sounds good. And hey, be safe.”
“Always.”
We hung up, and I turned to see Grey enter the room. He’d put on a clean shirt, and his expression looked less stunned. He’d shown more emotion after that bite than I’d ever seen, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it.
As if he could see what I was thinking, he swiftly changed the subject. “You called Mac?”
“Yes. They’re on the trail of something, which is good, since I only got the words of a spell and nothing else from Mariketta.”
“We still don’t know about the key or how they plan to do it.”
“We should know in the morning if Mac is right.”
He nodded.
A knock sounded at the door again, and Miranda entered with two servers carrying massive trays. They set them on the table in the main living room and disappeared like ghosts.
“Go to the Sorcerers’ Guild,” Grey said to Miranda. “Try to convince them that we meant no harm and have them contact us.”
She grimaced. “I’ll do my best, but I’m not sure my charm is going to do any good there.”
“Try. If anyone can do it, you can. And keep working on the various guilds. See if you can get the more reticent ones to evacuate their people from city.”
“I will.” She departed silently.
My stomach roared, and I went to the table, ravenous. It was laid with an enormous spread of incredible variety. Steak pie, curry, pasta, and even pasties with gleaming golden crust. Grey joined me, and we ate in silence, finishing quickly and efficiently.