A Little Street Magic (Discord Jones Urban Fantasy Series Book 6) by Gayla Drummond

Author:Gayla Drummond [Drummond, Gayla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: private detective, Witches, Mystery, Paranormal, psychics, elves, werewolves&shifters
Publisher: Katarr Kanticles Press
Published: 2015-11-21T13:00:00+00:00

The wall around the vault, and the door of it, had borne the brunt of Jeharin’s death. His body had been completely vaporized, no partial corpse, or even recognizable bits, left.

For some reason, that made not throwing up easier, though I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever get rid of the charnel stench in my nasal passages.

Gloves on and shoes covered, I took advantage of everyone being busy to teleport into the open vault. No sense tracking through elf goop if I didn’t have to. To my disappointment, there wasn’t much to see.

The vault’s interior was a long space maybe fifteen feet wide. I couldn’t estimate how long, because I couldn’t see the far end. Both walls were covered in metal doors in a variety of sizes. Safety deposit boxes for magical objects.

Only one was open, or rather, its little door had been forced opened, leaving it hanging by the bottom hinge.

“Curiosity killed the cat, Miss Jones.”

I jumped and uttered a squeak, turning wide eyes on Thorandryll. Jaws clenched and icy blue peepers narrowed, he appeared ready to murder somebody. Wasn’t going to be me. “My sympathies on your loss.”

His face tightened and then his expression softened. “Thank you.”

Already back to studying the open deposit box, I asked, “What was in here?”

“Your tendency to focus on business is often annoying.”

I just looked at him. Seriously, what did he expect? For me to start weeping and pulling out my hair? Or perhaps for me to embrace him, smooshing his face into my breasts, all the better to comfort him as he wept small, manly tears?

“Very well.” Thorandryll sighed. “A ring with the power to mesmerize any living being.”

Hm. “Doesn’t work, does it?”

“Au contraire, my skeptical lady. It does work, if one knows the proper word to use it.”

Turning to him, I smiled. “And you don’t.”

Up went his left eyebrow. “Why would you think that?”

Because he would’ve used it on me. A mesmerized Cordi was a married-to-an-elf-prince-and-under-control Cordi. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Your low opinion of me is quite wounding, Miss Jones.” His smirk said something way different than his words.

Rolling my eyes, I turned my back to him in order to look down the vault room. “Are you certain that’s all they stole?”

“Yes.”

All those doors, hiding away who knew what, and he’d pitched a hissy fit over my destroying one measly grimoire? What a greedy little elf. “If I find your ring and learn the right code word, I’m not telling you what it is. Just sayin’.”

His laughter rang and echoed, rolling away from us in gradually softer repeats. “I’d expect nothing less. Though should you ever tire of being in Lord Whitehaven’s employ, I believe you’d discover solving such minor mysteries to be extremely lucrative.”

Maybe he couldn’t use most of what he had hidden down here. In fact, maybe a lot of people couldn’t use the magical artifacts they had, if the common failsafe was designing them to be used with code words. I liked that thought a lot.

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