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  Evalle took a step back to leave.

  Grady warned, “Not sure my information is going to be much help tomorrow.”

  Stopping, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, convince me I want this information, and I’ll shake.”

  Grady grinned like a Cheshire cat. “You want it, but you may not be happy to get it. Just remember, I’m only the messenger.”

  She didn’t like the confident slant of his grin. “What’s it about?”

  “Did Macha and Queen Maeve sort out their fuss over the gryphons?”

  “Not yet.” Hair danced along her neck at this specific topic being raised by Grady.

  “So the gryphons are safe from Queen Maeve as long as they stay on Treoir, right? I mean, all but you since they let you stay here.”

  Thanks for reminding me, because I don’t feel guilty enough as it is. “Basically, yes, and Queen Maeve isn’t going to mess with me while she’s trying to gain the other gryphons.” Which Evalle would fight tooth and nail.

  “But if those gryphons come here, they’re fair game?”

  “Yes,” she said, turning further into an ice cube the longer she stood in one spot. “They all know that. I even had to deliver the message back in November that they could choose to come to the human world, but neither Macha nor VIPER would offer them protection. They chose to stay on Treoir, and she will not send them here, so what is your point?”

  “What you think Macha or Queen Maeve would do if those gryphons just showed up in Atlanta?”

  Macha would have apoplexy and that would probably result in an apocalypse. Queen Maeve would swoop in and scoop up as many as she could at one time.

  “Why are we discussing this, Grady?”

  He stuck out his stubborn chin. “You have to answer my question first.”

  She scrubbed a hand over her face and said, “If the gryphons somehow left Treoir on their own, and Macha found out before Maeve captured them, Macha would make an example of any gryphon teleported here without her knowledge. I don’t think either of us can imagine just how hideous that backlash would be.” Not to mention what Macha would do to Evalle, since everyone had made the gryphons Evalle’s responsibility. “As for Queen Maeve, my guess is that she wants to imprison the gryphons and compel us to do her bidding, since that’s what her predecessor, Flaevynn, tried to do. I’m done playing what-ifs. What. Have. You. Got?”

  “In that case...” Grady stuck his hand out. “You might want to know where I saw Tristan in the city right before I got here.”

  Oh, shit! What the hell was Tristan doing here?

  Forget Macha punishing that gryphon. Evalle would kill Tristan herself.

  Chapter 11

  “I gave Quinn our route. He’ll be here any minute,” Tzader told Lanna as they walked up a paved trail that paralleled Freedom Parkway just east of downtown. Knowing Quinn, he’d pull up as soon as Tzader and Lanna reached the intersection ahead—about fifty steps from now. Things were quiet here this time of night.

  When Lanna said nothing, Tzader worried about the girl. She’d been through a lot in recent months and had just been kicked out of Treoir, where she’d said the old druid had been training her. “I can’t make any promises, Lanna, but I’ll tell Quinn that Garwyli was helping you and maybe Quinn can get you two back together.”

  “I am fine, Tzader.” Lanna hadn’t complained, but she’d said little, which was odd for the normally talkative young woman. She had to be cold without a coat. The chill didn’t eat at him so much with his muscle bulk, but it had to be cutting through her. Would have been far kinder to teleport her to Quinn. Not that Macha gave two hoots about tossing them into an area within view of a major highway.

  The plus side to the nippy midnight arrival? Fewer people around to see a grown man and teenage girl appearing out of thin air.

  I should be glad Macha didn’t drop me in the middle of the decorative pond instead of on the sidewalk next to it.

  He had a hard time finding any appreciation for the way the goddess had thrown him out of Treoir and barred him from ever returning.

  As if he’d just walk away from Brina.

  Not in this lifetime.

  Lanna gave him a curious look. “Brina said nothing when she returned to the castle, but I could tell she was upset. What happened when you dream walked?”

  He wasn’t about to tell the world’s greatest busybody a thing about the dragon. “She’s upset because her memory isn’t coming back, and nothing we’ve tried is helping.”

  “That was all? Did you try the spell I gave you?” Lanna asked.

  Ceartas interrupted that. Tzader wiped his hand over his face to prevent taking his frustration out on Lanna. She meant well, but pushing him about Brina right now was not helping. “We tried, Lanna. It didn’t work out. I don’t mean to sound rude, but I’m not up for talking about Brina right now.”

  “I understand,” she said, her tone contradicting her words. She either didn’t understand or didn’t believe that was the whole story, but she changed the subject. “Cousin will help you, no matter what.”

  “I know,” Tzader replied, hoping he wouldn’t have to ask Quinn to get involved. His friend was still dealing with losing the woman he loved and managing the North American Beladors in Tzader’s absence.

  Why don’t I ask him to work on my car while I’m at it? Until lately, Tzader had never asked anyone for much of anything, and didn’t like having to put Quinn under additional strain.

  One thing for sure, Tzader would deal with extracting the dragon from Tŵr Medb on his own, but he needed a few resources. For Brina’s sake, he would tap his friends for any help they could offer with locating those resources. There were so many things to figure out, not the least of which was how to teleport into Tŵr Medb.

  At the moment, he knew of only two teleportation options. He glanced at Lanna. Two capable options anyway—Macha or Sen.

  Macha was not a possibility, and Sen couldn’t be trusted even if he would help, which he wouldn’t.

  “We are almost there,” Lanna said, stretching her neck to search the intersection. “Cousin is close to us.”

  Before Tzader could reply, Quinn’s voice came into his mind. I’m in the Lexus GX pulling up to the corner.

  “You’re right. He’s here.” Tzader turned around as a pearl-white, luxury SUV angled out of the light traffic and parked along the curb.

  Lanna jumped into the back and Tzader took the front passenger seat of the toasty car.

  “Hello, Cousin.”

  Quinn twisted around. “It’s good to see you, Lanna. Are you well?”

  “Yes. All is fine for me, but Tzader needs our help.”

  As Quinn turned back forward, Tzader caught his questioning gaze and gave a little shake of his head. Quinn asked, “Where to?”

  “I’m not sure yet. Let’s grab something to eat,” Tzader said out loud, then telepathically added for Quinn only, I need to tell you what’s going on, but not until we figure out what to do with Lanna.

  Pulling back into traffic, Quinn replied in the same silent way. I’ve heard nothing about Grendal since the Beast Championship three months ago, but I’m still concerned about leaving her alone.

  I agree. Tzader thought on it a moment. Want to leave her with Evalle?

  Now might not be a good time. I spoke to Storm earlier. She and Storm are moving into their new residence any day now.

  “What?” Tzader said, regretting his outburst.

  Lanna muttered, “Is rude to talk in your minds in front of me.”

  Quinn frowned up at his rearview mirror. “I’ve never heard of social protocol for telepathy.”

  Tzader caught Lanna’s scolding look in his peripheral vision. “You should ask, Cousin. I would explain for you.”

  “I’m sure you would,” Quinn muttered. He drew a long breath and asked, “Would you like to go to my hotel and have a spa day?”

  “No, thank you.”

  “What? You really don’t want that?
”

  Lanna huffed out a sigh loaded with exasperation. “I know something is going on and Tzader has problems. You will need my help even though you both have no idea of all that I can do.”

  “You have no idea of all that you can do,” Quinn countered with a bit of sarcasm.

  Tzader agreed. Lanna’s powers had been off the charts and out of control, often at the same time.

  Lanna conceded, “This is true, but I have not shown you what abilities I do possess.”

  “Let’s make this simple, Lanna. Whatever Tzader and I do will not involve you. Understood?”

  “Yes, Cousin.” She stared out the window, clearly not happy with her cousin one bit.

  But Tzader was glad Quinn had put his foot down. Lanna had survived several dangerous situations, including getting hit with the Noirre spell that still influenced Brina.

  The two women had ended up in another realm, where Lanna convinced Brina to search for Tzader in her dreams. Brina had found him while dream walking, and that’s when they’d made love. But Tzader hadn’t realized at the time that it had been anything other than a normal dream.

  Now Brina was pregnant.

  But now that he thought on it, something bugged him about what had happened to Lanna and Brina. Tzader turned around. “Lanna?”

  For him, the sweet Lanna returned. “Yes, Tzader?”

  “Did the Noirre majik thrown on you and Brina ever affect you?”

  “No.”

  Quinn asked, “Why do you think that was?”

  “Now I am helpful, Cousin?” She bit out words borne of teenage frustration.

  Quinn growled, and mumbled a Russian curse.

  Lanna reminded him, “I am still fluent in Russian.”

  At that, Quinn raked a hand over his perpetually neat hair, turning it into a tousled mess.

  Amusement twinkled in Lanna’s gaze. She addressed Tzader. “I believe Noirre was meant only for Brina, not me. I was captured by the spell, but that was accident. Spell was not cast upon me specifically.”

  That fit what he’d learned during his dream walk. “Makes sense. The Medb wanted Brina gone to destroy the Belador power base.”

  Lanna shook her head. “You do not understand me.”

  “Nobody does,” Quinn interjected.

  She gave Quinn a quelling look that should make him think twice about annoying the little blonde terror behind him. Hadn’t Quinn told Tzader about how Lanna could shake the foundation of a building when she got upset?

  Tzader said, “Would you explain so that I understand, Lanna?”

  Sitting up straighter, she gave him her full attention. “The traitor who threw Noirre majik on Brina chanted a spell. When I try to stop him, he shoved me over to Brina. That was how I got caught, but spell was not created for me. I heard very little chant before everything became blurry and we disappear, but I did hear him use Brina’s name as part of chant.”

  That was something Ceartas hadn’t mentioned, but he had said the dragon was the only one who could save Brina so maybe it hadn’t been necessary to spell it out further. If it had been a blanket spell, the residual effect would have influenced Lanna as well.

  Tzader asked Lanna, “So if someone knew how the spell had been created and the actual chant, could they undo whatever was done by the spell?”

  “Storm and Evalle broke spell and brought us back.”

  “Let’s say, hypothetically, a spell like that was thrown at someone else who didn’t try to teleport away like you two did. Could someone other than the spell creator reverse the spell if Brina was present?”

  Lanna pondered a moment, nipping at her fingernail. “Spell was created by Queen Flaevynn. To change or break spell, it would take someone with equal or more power.” She paused and stared at Tzader. “I think it could be done, but exact spell originally used would be necessary. Why?”

  He didn’t want to share anything more with her. “I’m just replaying it all in my mind and thinking out loud about how it worked. That’s all.” He turned back around and stared at nothing. Ceartas had claimed the dragon was the only creature alive who’d been privy to the original Noirre spell Flaevynn had created.

  Logic still dictated that the dragon was Brina’s only hope.

  It wasn’t that Tzader still debated what had to be done. He’d made his decision back in the castle, but he couldn’t overlook any opportunity to confirm that decision as the only one he could make.

  Lanna sat forward and put her hand on the back of Quinn’s seat. “Cousin, I have thought about Kizira and maybe if I touch her I will see something that will help us find Phoedra.”

  The young woman continually showed her backbone and how loyal she was to family. She’d tried holding a braided piece of hair that Kizira had given to Quinn. Several strands of the hair belonged to Phoedra, the daughter Kizira had birthed without Quinn’s knowledge.

  Hell of a thing to find out as the child’s mother died in his arms.

  Lanna’s one attempt to use her gift for finding someone by holding something personal like hair, had ended with a protective spell burning her hands.

  Quinn shook his head. “No. I appreciate your willingness to try once more, but I will not put you at risk again.”

  She sat quietly for a moment as Quinn wove the Lexus through the dark streets, probably heading for an all-night diner he’d eaten at with Tzader and Evalle.

  Lanna’s voice came out softly, no hint of her earlier aggravation with him. “I do not want to be the one to make you feel bad, Cousin, but you must not leave Kizira’s body in the cemetery tomb.”

  “Trust me, Lanna, it’s safe.”

  “You may think so, but many will want to draw her power out, and maybe her secrets, too.”

  He frowned with a look of concentration. “Are you talking about necromancy?”

  “Yes. There is much evil in the city now that the Medb coven sends warlocks and witches in. It is not safe to leave her this way.”

  Quinn’s throat bobbed with a deep swallow. “Like I said, no one can get to her.”

  Sighing, Lanna leaned back and glanced at Tzader, who had turned to watch her.

  She shook her head and mouthed He is wrong.

  Chapter 12

  Gritting her teeth, Evalle pushed the speed limit on the way from Midtown back to Inman Park on the lower east side of the city.

  What was Tristan thinking?

  Did he want Macha to use him as an example to the other gryphons? Since the Medb attack on the castle, no one traveled into or out of Treoir’s realm without Macha’s permission.

  And Evalle had no doubt that Tristan was AWOL, since Quinn had not been informed of any Alterant-gryphon coming to Atlanta. Quinn would have contacted Evalle immediately.

  That handshake with Grady was the fastest she’d ever done, after shoving him into a bush so no human would see his body turn solid.

  Tires on Storm’s truck squealed as Evalle saw the turn she’d been hunting at the last minute. A streetlight there would have helped. Her headlights pierced the dark, catching on trees, garbage cans, and cars parked along the street.

  She wanted her motorcycle back. Two wheels handled curves so much better.

  Oskar sat up, calmly looking around. He seemed not the least bit bothered by the truck catching air when she took the fast corner.

  When she neared the street in Inman Park that Grady had given her, she cut her headlights off, slowed to a crawl, and made her last turn.

  She studied the mix of houses that included everything from Greek Revivals to Queen Anne architecture to bungalows built during the late 1800s. Storm had driven her through the older residential areas on the fringe of downtown, and that familiarity was coming in handy now as she hunted for her Treoir escapee.

  Most of the neighborhood was dark, locked up for the night. All except for one quaint Victorian house where the outside security lights shone.

  A guy who looked very much like Tristan from the side stood at the bottom of three steps leading
to the front door.

  At least he wore sunglasses to hide his glowing green eyes.

  What was he doing here?

  The elderly woman standing in the doorway handed Tristan something. Had to be a notepad, because he moved as if he scribbled a quick note, and handed it back before she closed the door.

  Lights went out as he sauntered back to the street, heading in Evalle’s direction.

  She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, waiting.

  Tristan was an idiot for leaving Treoir when they were so close to a vote on the gryphons’ right to be a recognized race.

  He paused and lifted his head, searching. He looked in her direction.

  Yep, gotcha.

  As he stood there staring, Evalle started to worry. Tristan had the ability to teleport, which was not one of the usual gryphon abilities, because he’d been given a strange witch brew that had altered his powers.

  When he continued striding toward her, she let out a breath and got out of the truck.

  She shouldn’t be so surprised that he was here.

  Tristan had tried to teleport out of Treoir once before, but Brina had been missing from the castle, which diminished the Belador part of Tristan’s powers. That attempt hadn’t worked.

  Had he figured it out since then, or had someone else teleported him?

  He didn’t have the decency to look guilty. He wore a dark hoodie, and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. When he closed the distance between them, he asked, “How’d you find this address?”

  She shut the truck door and leaned back against it, looking up at the black heavens, searching for patience. No such luck. She crossed her arms against the chill air and dropped her gaze to Tristan. “Don’t even think I’m going to answer that. What the hell are you doing off Treoir? And, for that matter, how are you here? You told me you couldn’t teleport between realms.”

  “I couldn’t. Not until Brina came back and everyone with Belador blood got jacked up with a new load of power.”

  Evalle had seen Tristan on Treoir from mid-December to the end of the year while she’d stayed with the pack and in gryphon form to fly security alongside them.