Devilish Game (Shadow Guild: The Rebel 4)

Grey gave her a considering look. “He’s likely to have a specific server who deals with his drinks.”

Mac shrugged. “I’ll get clothes from the Fae shop that outfits spies. They’ll definitely have something to help me blend. And for good measure, Eve can give me a potion to make me look like the server that I need to impersonate.”

“That’s possible?” I asked.

“Yes,” Grey said. “Though those potions don’t last long.”

“Good thing I’m quick.” She grinned. “And I know my way around a bar so well that no one will suspect me.”

“It’s too dangerous to break in,” I said.

“I won’t. I’ll go to the server’s entrance dressed as a server. People don’t pay much attention to the staff.”

Grey nodded. “I like this plan.”

I didn’t. It was too dangerous for Mac.

As if she could read my thoughts, she gave me a hard glare. “I’ve got this, Carrow. Beth was taken, remember? Not to mention the other girl. I’m going to help.”

“Fine. Fine.” I raised my hands in a placating gesture. “I know you do.”

She nodded. “Damn right. And worse comes to worse, you carry a serum on you, just in case I need to bail.”

I liked that safety-out. “Okay, it’s a deal.” I looked at Grey. “We can do this tonight?”

He nodded. “You’re going to need clothes like the kind you wore to the speakeasy in Brasov.”

I thought of the amazing magical dress that had made me punch harder and the stilettos that had felt like trainers. “I still have those.”

“Their magic is dulled. You need new and better. Let me take care of it.”

“Still taking care of me?” I hated to admit I liked it. “I thought we weren’t bonded.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Finally, he said, “I insist.”

“Okay.” I nodded, not wanting to fight.

“I’ll meet you when you’re done getting ready.” He didn’t wait for a response. Just turned on his heel and left.

Mac turned to me. “I don’t know about this whole bond breaking thing, mate.”

“What?” I frowned at her.

“There’s still something between you.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, well. I care for him.”

“How much?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

Mac hovered her hand over my arm. “May I?”

“You want to read my future?”

“As much as I can.” She gestured between me and the space where Grey had once st

ood. “Because I know you broke the mate bond, but things aren’t over yet.”