Your Money's Worth: Seattle Elementals, Book 1 by Connie Suttle

Author:Connie Suttle [Suttle, Connie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: SubtleDemon Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Cassie

King Averill of the earth sprites sat at the kitchen table, eating pizza and drinking hard cider as if he were used to doing it every day.

Three scholars he'd brought with him also sat at the table, eating pizza, drinking hard cider and examining the pyramid as if they were used to doing that every day.

The King's guards stood by the back door, watching the King and the scholars carefully while they tended to business.

Who knew that Rob was the King's General? I sure didn't. I was learning that Rob's position was sort of important in the earth sprite realm.

Rob must have guessed what I was thinking—he and I leaned against the kitchen counter, side-by-side, watching the sprite scholars as they mumbled to each other in their own language while looking at the small pyramid.

"See," Rob whispered, bumping his shoulder against mine, "We're not just a soft drink."

I slapped a hand over my mouth in an attempt to mute the laugh; the gesture was mostly unsuccessful. The King turned toward us and offered a brilliant smile. My cheeks heated, but I smiled back at him.

Earlier, after excusing himself, Parke had taken Daniel and the vampire agent to another room to discuss business. A part of me wanted to know what that entailed. Another part wanted to watch the King and the scholars, hoping they'd tell us something eventually regarding the object they held.

"We believe the words are inconsequential to the object itself," one scholar lifted his eyes to King Averill. "We also believe that the names, which are broken off at the point," he tapped the rough, uneven surface where the pyramid was damaged, "may be more important than the rest. As for the language on the bottom, it is no language that has ever been written on Earth."

The scholar's light-blue eyes rested unblinking, on the King's face. Wispy, pale hair surrounded his face and lifted whenever a breeze blew into the kitchen through the still-open back door.

I wondered why Rob insisted that it stay open, but didn't question his judgement. He was General to the King and the expert in these matters. If the King wanted the door open, then the door would remain open.

At least the outside temperature wasn't unbearably chilly.

"We have no idea why Shakkor Agdah would want this," another scholar spoke. "However, it is an ancient object, and may be important in a way we cannot guess. It would be prudent, therefore, to keep it away from them." His hair and eyes were acorn-brown, in contrast to the first scholar's. The third hadn't bothered to speak in English the entire time. His hair was the orange-gold of an evening sunset.

I wondered at the apparent age differences in the three.

The brown-haired scholar was also stating the obvious, in my opinion. Aunt Shelbie died for that thing. I had no plans to hand it to those who may have played a role in her murder.

* * *

Parke

"Pauline is dead."

Trey's news did and didn't shock me. She was human.

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