Ted just shook his head as he watched Sister Margaret fussing over Felipa. Felipa and Pedro had stayed behind in case muscle was needed, though he was pretty sure Iggy was correct about Pedro’s motives having a lot more to do with Molly. He was in the music room even now, sitting next to her as she patiently showed him how to play chords on the piano. Felipa had a hobby of knitting little toys, which had been enough for Sister Margaret to practically adopt the girl.
Magda took a deep breath and tried not to shoot a glare at her son. It wasn’t his fault. Khait had simply done what Lidia asked. Unfortunately, Khait was now on the couch again, with Abigail all but hovering over him protectively. He’d need more recovery time before he could zap the two extras back where he’d gotten them. “Look, I understand this has to be something of a shock.”
Wren set the orb down, then stretched. Her muscles protested a bit, and she glanced at the clock. Then she glanced at it again. She’d been there almost two hours. It was far too easy to lose track of time when focusing on the orb. She started for the wet bar, then heard a slight coughing sound. A glance over her shoulder revealed the source. “Sybille.” She smiled as she poured a drink. “Did you have something for me?”
“Do you think he’s right?” Gabriel looked up from washing his face to catch Michaels’ eyes in the mirror.
“I don’t know.” Michaels folded his arms as he leaned on the post. If this Merlin fellow new about Gabe, then… “You can’t go to meet Merlin.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Gabriel shook his head before grabbing a clean shirt.
Gabriel stepped back as Lidia nearly pushed Matthias down in her rush to get to her son. Adam looked shell-shocked as she threw her arms around him. “Adam. Adam.” Her voice broke into sobs. “Oh, Adam.”
It took a moment for Adam to put his arms around her. “Mom…” His voice was thick. “Mom, you shouldn’t be here.” He took a deep breath. “You have to get out of here.”
Lidia glanced at Ahit. “How big a problem is his presence going to be for you?”
The other woman’s dark eyes turned toward her. “If he abides by the restriction set, none.”
She took a deep breath. “Ahit, if it’s an issue, I can ask Ryuu to send someone else to…”
She walked over to join Tomer as he headed to meet the foundation’s representative. Ash fell into step with her, and Magda smiled at him. He caught hold of her hand and smiled back. “You’re not with the students?” Bridget had spent the last couple days showing him how to use the machine that analyzed soil samples. Stephan, Matthias, and Michaels had been planning the operation now that they could get closer looks. The rest of them had settled in to help out in the dig.
“I thought France would look different.” Laura frowned.
“How so?” Matthias glanced down at her.
“You know. Exotic. Far away.” She shaded her eyes. “That just looks like an ordinary city.” She wrinkled her nose. “I can even see a McDonalds.”
Abigail stared for a moment. Aside from both being very good looking men, there was no resemblance at all between the blond newcomer and Khait. “I…” She turned toward the others, and she noted the professor had gone pale. “Uh…”
Professor Kravitz staggered a little, and Magda guided him to a chair. The professor immediately started taking deep breaths while Magda looked at him in confusion. “I’m not sure what just…” Magda glanced at the blond man. “Explain?”
“It’s uh…” The blond man sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s…” Khait slowly nodded and then stepped back before swallowing. “You remember me.”
“Yes and no.” The blond man gave him a gentle smile. “Enough to know you’re my little brother.” He smoothed the front of Khait’s shirt. “Usariel.”
“Little…” Things clicked, and then it was her turn to stagger. She caught herself, then took a couple deep breaths.
Khait turned toward her and took her hand, pulling her a little closer before putting an arm around her waist. “This is my girlfriend, Abigail.”
“Are you okay, Tomer?” Magda was patting the professor’s back as he kept taking deep breaths. He shook his head, his eyes wide. Abigail couldn’t really blame him.
“It’s nice to meet you.” The blond man held out a hand, and she took it. His handshake was firm. “I’m Gabriel.”
“Nice to…” If Khait hadn’t had his arm around her, she might have ended up on the ground. No wonder the professor was freaking out. Khait’s brother was… No. Usariel’s brother was… She swallowed. “Gabriel.” Then she looked at Khait. “Gabriel?”
“Yes.” Khait was smiling. It slowly faded as he gave her a concerned look, then his eyes widened. “Oh. Shit.” He turned back toward Gabriel. “You. What are you doing here? How are you here? Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here. All the seals are intact. It’s against the rules for you to be here.”
“And yet, here I am.” Gabriel shrugged. “When it is time for me to know more, I will. For now…” He nodded to Khait, then glanced over at the others. “Is the professor alright?”
“Really not sure.” Magda exhaled. Then she took a deep breath. “So…” She glanced from Gabriel to Khait and back again. “The name isn’t a coincidence. You’re actually Gabriel.”
“I thought you knew that already.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah, but like knowing a pan is hot versus actually putting your hand down on it…” Magda sighed, then patted Professor Kravitz’s shoulder. “It’s already, Tomer. He is definitely one of the good guys.”
“Khait…” Professor Kravitz looked up at him hopefully. “Can you perhaps do that thing again where you make me not remember certain events?”
“Your power is…” Tomer raised an eyebrow at Stephan. “Complete immunity to magic?”
“We are still figuring it out.” Stephan shrugged. “I haven’t figured out how to even control it, and at least one dragon has proved able to bypass it.”
“Dragons.” Tomer exhaled. “Still wrapping my brain around that.” He glanced up at Magda. “Khait said there are currently nine?”
“There are, though as far as I know I’ve only met two. Ryuu and Tia.” Magda chuckled. “Ryuu and I had a fling, back in the 18th century.”
“I should have asked Khait for more of his stash.” Tomer laughed softly, then glanced again at Stephan. “My friend, I think I rather envy you.”
“We’ve only heard what happened in San Francisco from Laura’s viewpoint, Professor.” Stephan leaned forward. “I know asking you if anything unusual happened is kind of an odd question, considering —”
“No, I get what you mean.” He took a deep breath. “I spoke with Adam privately.”
“What did he tell you?” Magda raised an eyebrow.
“Enough that…” Tomer exhaled. “Enough that invoking his name was enough to convince me to help you. As for the rest, it was indeed a private conversation and if he’d wanted Laura or Erilon to know I’ve no doubt he’d have spoken in front of them.”
“Yeah.” Magda leaned back. “Yeah, I get that.”
“May I ask how it is you first encountered Adam?” Tomer raised an eyebrow.
“Well, uh…” Stephan laughed awkwardly. “He told me some bad jokes then his partner kicked me in the head.” He straightened. “He didn’t have a choice there. As soon as he did have a choice, he risked a hell of a lot to help us and…” He glanced at Magda.
“Adam saved Ash. I owe him for that.” Magda glanced at the door. Ash was around college students, people his own age. He was being quiet, but he was making some effort to interact. The professor had learned of Ash’s interest in geology and had introduced him to one of the students who specialized in dating rock samples and dirt layers and the conversation had quickly lost her entirely.
“He saved me.” Tomer nodded. “I owe him for that.” He hesitated. “And I will note this. Save when dealing with vampires, each time Adam fought he opted for nonlethal combat. He may call himself a killer, Magda, but I do not believe that characterization is wholly accurate.”
He saw Laura sitting on the couch, then tossed the shopping bag onto her lap. “Picked you up a new jacket.” Michaels headed toward the kitchen, then grabbed a soda out of the fridge.
Laura took the jacket out of the bag, then made a squealing sound before trying it on. The jacket was hooded, with straps in the front and a sort of corset tie in the back. Erilon assured him it was very fashionable at the moment. “Oh my god, I love it!” She spun around, making the tails of the jacket swirl out like a skirt. Then she came to a stop, and started shifting nervously.
“Laura?” Michaels raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong.”
“No.” Her voice was soft, then she brightened a little. “Oh, Diana called. She said if you don’t mind, she’s free this weekend. I told her to drop on by.”
It was possible having his reporter girlfriend over right now wasn’t the best possible idea, but then again, he didn’t get to spend anywhere near as much time with her as he liked. Plus Laura still needed a couple things for the trip and she and Diana loved going shopping together. “I’ll pick up some wine.” When Laura didn’t respond, he looked up at her again. “Laura…”
“Michaels I…” She swallowed. “Okay, this is weird and it’s weird but I want to try something, okay, just to…” She took a deep breath. “Can I try something? I just want to see, okay, if…” She trailed off again.
“Okay.” Michaels slowly nodded. He shrugged. “What is it you want to —”
“I like the coat.” She took a deep breath, then looked up at him. “Thanks, Dad.”
The drink fell out of his hand. They’d done the formal adoption to ease the process of getting her into the university, but… “Laura…” His throat wouldn’t quite let him form any more words.
“It’s okay, right?” She stared at him, blinking back tears. “Cause it felt good but I…” She wiped at her eyes. “It’s okay, right?”
“Yeah.” He spread his arms, then grunted as she threw herself into them for a hug. “Yeah, it’s okay.” He hugged her tightly until he felt her breathing go back to normal. “You know this means I get to break out the no daughter of mine is leaving the house dressed like —” He grunted when he felt her fist lightly connect with his ribs.
“Fine, but I’m breaking out the ‘you’re old’ card.” She grinned up at him.
“You mean more than you already do?” He tugged one of her braids.
“Thanks for the coat, Dad.” She went up on her toes kiss his cheek, then grabbed the bag and headed toward her room.
Michaels swallowed, then went into the next room to grab a towel for the spilled drink. He saw Gabriel entering. Gabriel blinked at him, then raised an eyebrow. Michaels swallowed again, then wiped at his eyes. “Laura called me ‘Dad’.”
Gabriel’s face broke into a wide smile.
“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Michaels put the car in park, then turned to look at Matthias.
“We need information, and we can’t risk compromising Adam to get it.” Matthias nodded.
“Yeah, but given what this guy can do…” Michaels shook his head.
“That’s uh…” Matthias exhaled. “Why I brought you. Erilon’s tapped into your head pretty good, so she can monitor things and counter him.”
“Not.” Michaels gritted his teeth. “Comforting.”
“It seems a reasonable plan, however…” Erilon’s eyes reflected back from the rear view mirror. “I’ve never directly tried to match Khait before and I have no idea what his current strength levels are at with the talisman in play. Please try very hard not to make Bridget or Abigail feel threatened.”
“Maybe I should wait in the car.” Matthias sighed.
“That’s not the worst idea you ever had, but we are going to need to intimidate and interrogate some people and uh…” Michaels shrugged. “I happen to know you’re not bad at that.”
Matthias winced. “Yeah.” He opened the car door and got out.
Michaels followed him up to the porch, then rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, a lovely young black woman opened the door. She looked them over, then turned and looked over her shoulder. “Bridget, the scary men are here.”
“Tell them to come in and ask them if they want coffee.” Another voice came from the kitchen.
“Come in.” She smiled and stepped back so they could enter.
“Thank you.” Michaels entered, Matthias a step behind. “You must be Abigail. I’m Detective Michaels…” He gestured. “This is Matthias Jarlson.”
“Thats a lot of werewolf.” A male voice came from behind them, making him jump slightly. A young man leaned against the wall, a slight smirk on his face.
“Khait, you promised to behave yourself.” Abigail pointed at him.
“Simply making an observation.” Khait tilted his head at Matthias. Then his eyes widened slightly. “Wait…” He grinned. “Jarlson?” He suddenly started laughing.
“Khait…” A brunette woman who must be Bridget stepped out of the hallway and folded her arms. Her voice was heavy with disapproval.
“Yes.” Matthias squared his shoulder. “Jarlson.”
“Ah, Jarl…” Khait gave a low whistle. “Now, he was fun. They don’t make Vikings like that anymore.” He rolled his eyes. “Now they all lose to cheese boxers.”
“Chee—” Matthias blinked.
“It’s Packers, Khait, not boxers, and that’s football.” Abigail snickered. “Not real Vikings.”
“Oh.” Khait blinked. “Is that why they don’t have axes?”
“Can we…” Michaels pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry.” Abigail directed them further into the house. “We are working on getting him up to date on modern culture and there are still areas of misunderstanding.”
“Such as why they call it football in the first place.”
“It’s an American thing. Americans insist on calling proper football ‘soccer’.” Abigail chuckled. She had a trace of a British accent. “Oh, did you want coffee?”
“I suspect…” Michaels took a deep breath. “That we are going to need it.”
Abigail and Bridget had both fallen asleep on the couch. Khait put a blanket over each of them before returning to the table. The professor had grabbed one of Bridget’s empty notebooks, and was on his way to filling it. “Mermaids.”
“Yes, but stealthy and generally hostile toward humans.” Khait shrugged. “You people dump a lot of nasty things into the oceans.”
“Yes, well…” Professor Kravitz shook his head. He frowned a little. “You were at that protest where the…” He tilted his head. “The cop that tried to arrest Bridget got run over by his own police vehicle.”
“He lived.” Khait grinned.
“I…” The professor took a deep breath. “Right. Okay.” He put the pen down, then picked it up again. “The…” He hesitated.
“Earlier, when you were talking about the dragons…” He looked up at Khait. “Erilon insisted the subject be changed.”
“She had a point. The dragons don’t like certain information getting around. It’s not…” Khait gestured. “In their best interests.”
“But dragons are immortal.” Kravitz started taking notes again. (more…)
“Okay, this Wren person?” Abigail leaned back on the couch, folding her arms. “She sounds like an utter bitch.”
“I cannot say I object to the notion of her getting her comeuppance.” Professor Kravitz accepted the tea Bridget handed him, then glanced at where Khait and Erilon were glaring at each other. Considering one of them was a glowing woman of fire reflected in a mirror, it was more than a little bit surreal. At least Khait had stopped glowing. “Adam is a good man.”
“That was our assessment as well.” Magda leaned on the back of the couch. “He saved someone very dear to me.” She took a deep breath. “Tomer, my crew and I will make sure your students stay safe. We wouldn’t ask if —”
“I already agreed.” Professor Kravitz glanced at Khait. “Admittedly, before I knew…” He exhaled. “Abigail, I…” He looked back at her. “Your boyfriend kills people by kissing them.”
“Only if they deserve it.” She winced a little. “We clarified that with him a lot.”
“I am not permitted to kill anyone that doesn’t register as at least a five on the scale of bad unless Bridget gives permission or it is necessary to save the life of another.” Khait didn’t stop glaring at Erilon.
“I don’t even want to know what registers to you on the scale of bad.” Erilon folded her arms.
“We clarified that with him a lot too.” Bridget nodded, then grabbed a notebook off a side table and offered it to the professor. “See?”
He took it and started flipping through it before paling a little. “Absolutely no killing professors for giving a failing grade?” He stared up at Abigail.
“Oh, you weren’t in danger from that.” She sat up and spoke hurriedly. “He likes you.”
“If we could get this back on —” Magda started to sigh.
“We should probably clarify where Matthias ranks on the scale, cause uh…” Laura tilted her head.
“Khait, no killing members of the…” Bridget blinked. “What was it again?”
“The Crimson Crusaders.” Laura grinned.
“Hang on, time out.” Abigail made the gesture, then pointed at Laura. “The vigilantes out in Washington are your people?”
“Who, exactly, are —” Professor Kravitz took a deep breath. “Alright, I’ve met Laura, Erilon, and Gabriel. Magda is obviously a werewolf. The others—”
“Werewolves and witches.” Erilon was still glaring at Khait. “Couple of full mortals in the group, but they either stay out of trouble or come packing a lot of ammo. Since you three are also mortals, you’ll be staying out of trouble as well.”
“Bridget and I can take care of ourselves.” Abigail shot her a dirty look.
“I can confirm that.” Khait nodded. Then he shrugged. “They manage to keep me in line most of the time. That’s more than anyone else has ever managed.”
“That’s not…” Erilon made a growling sound. “Entirely unimpressive.”
“Gee.” Bridget rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”
“Uh…” Bridget took a step back, and her eyes widened when she noticed the younger woman’s eyes were glowing red. “What?” Khait took a step toward the young woman, and the big woman, Magda, immediately put up a hand. Her eyes changed to gold, just like Joseph’s had when he shifted. “Shit.”
The woman vanished. Professor Kravitz stumbled backward, staring with his jaw hanging open. The young woman, Laura, immediately put her hands on her hips. “Bring her back, right now.” She narrowed her glowing red eyes.
“You brought a werewolf to the office of one of my friends.” Khait shook his head. “You have five seconds…” He growled. “You’ve got a body? You hypocritical little —”
“Khait…” Abigail exhaled. “You want to make some introductions?”
“Oh my god.” Professor Kravitz started to straighten.
“It’s okay, professor.” Bridget quickly rushed over to him. “Relax, you’re safe.”
“He was safe before.” The girl, Laura, shook her head. “He’s a friend of mine.” She glared at Khait. “And I’m not about to let you within ten miles of anyone I consider a friend. You’ve got five seconds to explain what the fuck you are doing here or I’m going to make you bleed from every single one of your orifices.”
Khait laughed. “Oh, I dare you to try, you backstabbing bitch.” He pointed at her. “You betrayed me!”
“You burned down Rome!” Laura glared.
“Not even a quarter of it.” Khait scoffed.
“Do you know how many Christians got fed to lions over that stunt?” She took a step forward.
“Nowhere near enough.” Khait matched her move, glaring down at her.
“Uh —” Bridget swallowed.
“Enough.” Professor Kravitz drew himself up to his full height. Bridget blinked. Five years and this was the first time she’d ever heard him raise his voice. The two arguing… Oh god, her eyes were glowing too… demons also both shut up and turned to look at him. “Laura is, in fact, a friend of mine and I owe her and her companion my life.” He turned toward her, and she gulped a little. “Bridget, what the hell is going on here?”