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When I reached the opposite side of the cemetery and noticed the white double gates flanking a small bridge into the underground tomb area, I took a seat on a nearby bench and decided to watch and see what happened. To my right, steps led down into the moat-like area that surrounded three quarters of the tomb peninsula. Thatโs where the underground tombs were. Stalker Vamp meandered by, slowing to read the placards next to each of the crypts that encircled the above ground section. He gave me a side glance when he stopped at the one closest to me and smiled. There was no malicious intent behind it. He was flirting. I returned the smile to be polite, but then looked away, refocusing just as one of the Witches Iโd seen earlier took a seat next to me on the bench.
โI think that mightโve encouraged him,โ she whispered in my direction with a slight chuckle. โYou know how men are, especially the non-humankind.โ She offered a friendly smile that made her eyes sparkle.
I studied her for a moment, slightly envious of her adorable pixie cut and gorgeous copper-colored hair. โAye,โ I replied. โThat I do.โ I didnโt want to encourage her any more than I wanted to encourage Stalker Vamp. I wasnโt there for small talk or flirting, but Grams had always taught me not to be impolite either. It was often a fine line I walked clumsily.
We sat there quietly until Stalker Vamp was out of earshot, then Pixie Witch spoke again.
โI have a message for you,โ she said softly without looking in my direction. It was almost as though she didnโt want anyone watching to know she was talking to me.
I played along.
โIโm listening.โ
โA gentleman gave me an envelope for you. I hope you donโt mind, but it was infused with locator magic, and I took the liberty of eliminating that portion of the message,โ she explained in her slightly British accent as she eased a small envelope from her pocket and slid it across the bench toward me.
I glanced sideways at her and a satisfied smirk turned up one corner of her glossed lips.
โYa know, I canโt say I mind at all. Thank you kindly.โ I paused before taking the envelope. โAnd is the message you are to give me inside the envelope?โ
โI can only assume there is something there, but I was also asked to relay this to you as well,โ Pixie Witch paused and glanced around before she continued. โYou are in danger. Itโs no longer safe for you in Dublin. Trust no one.โ
Pixie Witch offered me a concerned look, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes. Her next words would haunt me for days.
โHe knows who you are,โ she stated.
Our stares collided and an understanding passed between us. I nodded, slipped the envelope into the pocket of my coat, and left her sitting alone on the bench.
I wasted no time getting back to my flat. I needed to be somewhere I felt safe, and with my protective wards in place, it was the safest location in Dublin.
I kept one eye over my shoulder at every turn, using every technique Iโd been trained in to make certain I wasnโt being watched or followed. By the time Iโd reached my flat, Iโd already mentally planned my exit strategy.
What Pixie Witch had said to meโmore so the portentous nature behind what she saidโpaired with the warning from my mystery note writer, had me on high alert. I had been compromised in some form. I needed to regroup and figure out how and by whom, but Dublin wasnโt the place to do that. As much as I hated to skip some down time with Kara, New York wasnโt the place to do it either. Logically, Pyreshore was my securest option at the moment because no one, aside from The High Council and Kara, would know to look for me there.
Once behind the shelter of my wards, my first order of business was to reschedule my flight into New York. I needed to leave on the next available flight out of Dublin. Then Iโd book an additional flight into Boston using an alias, acquire a car, and drive to Pyreshore from there. If all went as planned, Iโd be in Pyreshore within twenty-four hours. Iโd have to let Kara know my plans had changed, but not until I was safely within the protective wards of Pyreshore.
My second order of business, reading the note I had shoved in my pocket.
Four
When I arrived in Pyreshore, it wasnโt quite what I expected, not that I really knew what to expect. It wasnโt the type of place you could do an internet search on and find the twenty most visited tourist sites on a travel website. I actually did search it during my flight from Dublin to New York. One of the perks of having Kara as your best friend, she made sure you had a first-class seat on international flights which included wi-fi . . . and a comfy place to sleep without worrying that youโd end up awkwardly snoring on the person next to you.
Turns out, according to the internet, Pyreshore is a rundown ghost town thatโs uninhabited and dangerous to visit. One source even made
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