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Stars of Fortune (The Guardians Trilogy 1)

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Vapor and blue smoke rose.

“Here I brew, here I make the veil of white, and all within are blocked from sight. Safe in body, mind, and heart.” As he spoke he circled the pot, circled a hand in the air that stirred the wind. “No power can this curtain part. And so all within remain concealed, my blood forms the seal.”

He took the knife from his belt, scored it across his palm. Flicked his blood into the vapor.

For an instant it washed red, seemed to pulse. Then it rose thick and white.

“So it is done,” he stated. He frowned down at his palm, closed his fist over the shallow wound.

“I feel like applauding myself.” Riley studied the floating brooms, barely resisted tapping one just to see what happened. “You put on a hell of a show, Irish.”

“In the immortal words? You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He smiled at her. “Take a broom.”

She did, ran her fingers over the handle. “Feels like a broom.”

“Because it is. If you’d take the other, Annika, and you’ll sweep over every door and window.”

“Every one?”

Laughing, he patted Riley’s shoulder. “As I said, big, bloody house. Doyle and Sawyer, you’ll take a bowl each, fill it from the pot. And you’ll sprinkle a bit of water along windowsills and thresholds. Think of it as the base layer.”

As Sawyer did, Doyle took a bowl, dipped it into the pot.

“What’s your second act?” he asked.

Bran took the last bowl, dipped it. Then, holding it in two hands, smiled again. “I’ll be bringing the curtain down from above.”

So saying, he levitated, rising up over the lawn, then the house.

“I hate to repeat myself, but holy shit. In any language,” Sawyer added.

“He’s got more than he let on.” Considering that, Riley propped the broom on her shoulder. “Okay, Anni, let’s get sweeping.”

* * *

Though it was barely dawn, Sasha made her way down to the kitchen. She thought she’d make breakfast, as she wanted to keep her hands busy—and hopefully keep everyone else’s mind off the fact that she’d paraded around half naked the night before.

Very first chance, she’d invest in some pajamas.

She found Riley already in the kitchen inhaling coffee.

“I thought I was the first up.”

Riley kept inhaling, shook her head. “Ended up researching late, conked a couple hours. Woke up restless and itchy. So coffee. Figured I’d

break some eggs or whatever for breakfast, but now that you’re here . . . ”

“I’ll do it.”

“Even better. Nice necklace.”

Sasha lifted her hand to it as she walked to the refrigerator. “I was wearing it when I woke up. I assume it means something.”

“Closer look.” Riley slipped a finger under it, studied the stones and crystals. “Research mode tells me these are protective stones. To, like, ward off negative thoughts and intentions—against you. Since it’s easy money Bran put it on you, I’d say it’s potent and aimed at Nerezza. How’s your head this morning?”

“It’s fine. I need pajamas.”

On a hooting laugh, Riley walked back for more coffee. “I don’t think the little number you were almost wearing had the biggest impact. Not that you weren’t fetching.”



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