Druid Bond by Brad Magnarella

Author:Brad Magnarella [Magnarella, Brad]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Croftverse Press
Published: 2019-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

The sun was just setting as the police boat cleared the southern tip of Manhattan and sped toward Governor’s Island. Malachi, Seay, and I sat in the back with the packs. Jordan flew off the boat’s port side in his raven form, while Gorgantha was in the bay, she and her pod acting as underwater escorts. Vega had offered to send the Sup Squad along, but I told her we had enough firepower for the short crossing.

And then there was Osgood.

The mysterious fae being stood at the head of the boat, peering at the approaching island through his field telescope. The tails of his long brown coat flapped behind him, enhancing his whole adventurer look.

“Can you trust him?” Vega had asked on the phone.

“Yeah,” I’d replied after a moment.

“Okay, then why the hesitation?”

Because the question wasn’t whether I trusted Osgood, but Caroline. “Because fae are fae,” I answered instead. “But I think they realize this is in their interest too. The demon master is targeting half-fae.”

“Well, listen to your gut,” she said. “If it’s telling you something’s off, don’t ignore it.”

“I won’t. I’ll see you later tonight.”

“I’ll be waiting, babe.”

The police boat slowed into a back churn of water as we approached the old dock. Up ahead, dense growth glowed in the twilight. Like with most of New York’s parks, the funding for Governor’s Island had been eliminated post-Crash and only recently restored. A long way from rehabbed, the island remained closed to visitors for the foreseeable future.

As the boat throttled to a stop, the three of us in back stood and gathered the bags. Jordan flew ahead to scout our end of the island. I thanked the two officers as we disembarked and joined Osgood on the dock.

Moments later, the boat was backing out and speeding toward the New York City skyline. Only eight hundred yards from southern Manhattan, and I felt like we were standing on the edge of a wilderness. As my gaze ranged past the distant figure of Lady Liberty, Gorgantha’s head broke from the water below.

“Bay’s clear,” she announced, pulling herself onto the dock.

In a burst of druidic magic, Jordan dropped beside us in his human form. “The way to Fort Jay looks good.”

I’d carried his leather pack from the boat and now handed it to him. He took it with a nod and slung the single strap across his torso. With the voting behind us, he seemed to be softening his stance toward me.

Yeah, ’cause he got what he wanted, I thought, not without bitterness.

Osgood led the way along an old road, the asphalt ravaged by roots. A former boathouse stood in ruins to our left. Beyond a failing retaining wall, we entered a band of woods. “The fort is just ahead.” Though Osgood spoke with his usual decorum, I sensed he was enjoying the outing.

We were well into the trees when a series of hog-like snorts sounded. Osgood held up a hand. The rest of us stopped and peered past him. It took

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