I rolled my eyes. “I won’t.”
“And cousin, really, really, really try not spray yourself in the face.”
I pocketed the bottle of what I assumed to be some kind of mace and stuck out my hip. “Casey, you’re a complete ass.”
He hopped in the passenger side, leaving me the suicide seats in the back. “Strange. A lot of people tell me that.”
Five minutes later, we pulled to a halt a couple blocks from Savage Body.
“Why are we stopping?” I asked.
“Disguises for the cameras,” Casey said as he handed out black gloves and fuzzy masks.
I held one up. “Oh, God, what is this?”
In answer, Casey put his on. They were furry wolf masks.
I groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Zara put hers on, too. “Suit up. Let’s go, rookie.”
I acquiesced as the pickup rumbled down the road. The eye holes in the mask limited my vision. Was trolling the wolves like this really worth it?
Before I could decide if it was better to call things off, the truck stopped right around the corner from Savage Body. Adrenaline surged through my veins as my mind tried to come to grips with this lunacy.
Casey and Zara jumped out and darted up the alley behind the restored brick building, and I followed after. As soon as we got to the back door, Casey began whispering and waving his fingers like an abject madman.
Was this what it meant to be a sorcerer?
My doubts vanished as he formed a little glowing ball of light in his gloved palm. He blew, and the light drifted outward like a feather on the wind. It brushed gently against the door, and in a crackle of power, the whole doorway lit up with glowing magical runes.
My breath caught at the beauty of it.
Then the magic symbols dissolved into sparks and faded into nothingness.
“That should do it,” Casey whispered. “Wolves don’t do magic, so they buy off-the-shelf stuff from mages. Not too hard to crack.”
Zara knelt beside the doorknob, touched it, and closed her eyes. It clicked. She carefully turned the knob and swung the door in, revealing a pitch-black room.
“What did you do?” I whispered.
“I’m part Iron Mage. I control metal.”
“Cool.” I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around what all that entailed, but it sounded awesome.
Casey pulled a tiny flashlight out of his back pocket and flicked it around the room. Within a few seconds, he’d found the lights and switched them on.
My heart seized. My Gran Fury sat on a lift in the middle of the second bay, hood up and totally in pieces.
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p; “What did he do?” I gasped as I dashed over to the car.
The seat back had been removed and lay to the side, along with several parts that I assumed made the car go.
This was bad.
Zara flicked a switch on the wall, and the hydraulic lift roared to life, slowly lowering the car to the ground.