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Magical Midlife Meeting (Leveling Up 5)

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“Phoe-nix kii-llerr,” Nathanial said in my ear, his speech within his gargoyle form amazing, his pride unmistakable.

I wanted to tell him that she’d nearly been the victor, to ask why they’d all sat watching while she nearly strangled me, but it would’ve been too arduous with my gargoyle mouth. I’d chastise everyone later. Instead, I relaxed in his grip, pointed at the open horizon, and said, “Fll-y.”

He altered his hold to be more comfortable and then shot out into the big blue horizon, the others joining us in no time.

I had enough power and perseverance to take down a phoenix.

Cyra didn’t fight dirty, though, and a lot of mages did. Elliot surely would. If I gave him the opportunity. Which was why I intended to hit him with my most powerful spell the second he was in my sights.

Three

“Another!” Niamh picked up her glass without looking up from her laptop and rattled the ice cubes within it. The evening was coming on, and she sensed Jessie was on her way to the bar to check in. Niamh had to finish up before she got there. The name of the game was to keep all nonessential information from her until she could handle bad news.

Lately, Jessie could barely handle good news.

“Hey.” Ulric stopped behind Jessie’s open seat, recently evacuated by some tall and thick yoke who slobbered a lot. One of Austin’s flunkies, no doubt. Some of the eejits who came to this town to join the pack were as useless as teats on a bull. “Any news?”

Niamh clicked a few keys on the laptop. “Like what, a call from Elliot with a detailed schedule, a map of his premises, and an explanation of his motives these last lock’a months?”

“In a good mood, then?”

“I’m always in a good mood until someone asks stupid questions.” She clicked through to another magical peon’s social media page. Nothing was really secret these days. It had been so much harder to find information when all a body had to go on were newspapers and rumors from unreliable sources. Now younger people posted their whole lives on social media, desperate to share each fart. Niamh was making incredible progress getting back up to speed on the goings-on in the magical world, but some information remained elusive. And most of it centered on Elliot Graves.

“Did Jessie say anything about officially bringing the new people onto the Ivy House crew?” Ulric asked.

Niamh jotted down a vague post about “the snake” inviting new friends into its lair. That had to be about Elliot. Which meant the peon’s boss might be another of the attendees.

“Yeah, she plans to make them official when Cyra regains her human form. In a couple days, probably.”

“She going to ask them all?”

“Yeah. They’ll all accept, too. It still leaves us with open slots, but Austin Steele can fill in the gaps for now. She’s got enough good people to be gettin’ on with. It’s her that we need to keep our eye on. She is still very new to this world.” Niamh dug through a few more posts before clicking onto the poster’s profile. None of the other posts proved useful, so she clicked through to one of the eejit’s other social media platforms, handily listed on his profile page.

“Yup.” She shook her head, turned to the beginning of her notebook, and made a checkmark. “Rufus Fernsby has definitely been invited, and it sounds like he’s accepted. That makes five mages I’m almost positive are going. Elliot Graves is making a party of it with some experienced, highly dangerous mages. He’s planning on re-entering the magical world, I think, and he’s working on his connections to do it.”

“How does Jessie fit into that plan? She’s powerful as hell, I think we can all agree on that, but even I can see she is…not where her power level says she should be.”

“She doesn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground, ye mean.” Niamh glanced down at the robust list of mages. Once they would’ve shat themselves to get an audience with Elliot Graves. Now…

“Something I didn’t expect…” Niamh said as she flipped through her notebook. “The Anal Repository, as a few people call the guild, is a full-fledged outfit now. Before I came here, they were nothing. Not even worthy of a name. It wasn’t until Sebastian mentioned them that I pulled me head out of me arse and realized they’ve blundered into some power.”

“The Mages’ Guild?” Ulric leaned over the chair and put up his hand for one of the bartenders to see him. Why they needed help noticing him, what with his crazy hair, Niamh did not know. She couldn’t help but be sidetracked by that bright shade of pink every time he walked into the room. “Yeah,” he said, “they’ve been corrupt for years. They heft their weight around to keep other operatives from getting off the ground. Austin Steele’s brother, Kingsley, talked about his efforts to try to get the shifters to come together nationally. It seemed like every time he was close to making something happen, the guild or that nutsack crime boss Momar stepped in and hamstrung him. When he was here, he was trying to keep his hard-faced alpha thing going, but I could tell he was frustrated.”


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