(eng) Linsey Hall - Dragon's Gift,Druid 01 by Institute of Magic

Author:Institute of Magic [Institute of Magic]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I made it back to the round room just as the meeting was dispersing. Bree and Rowan were already gone, but Lachlan stood near the front.

I pushed through the departing crowd and made my way up to him.

“Where were you?” he asked.

“Hunting answers. My sisters kept me informed during the meeting.” I pointed to the comms charm around my neck.

“So that’s why they were whispering. Did you find anything?”

“A couple of things.” I thought of the trapdoor but didn’t mention it. “I think the spell has gone to Pompeii.”

“That’s possible. It fits the clues. But why there?”

“Like you said, it fits the clues. And my gut is telling me.” My gut being some unfamiliar new magic.

“Your gut told you Paris, too.”

“It’s a reliable gut.” Okay, this convo was getting weird. “Should we tell everyone to look in Pompeii?”

I wanted that half-a-million-pound prize, but I wasn’t going to risk the world to get it. We needed every advantage we could get.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “When the groups split up last time, they still found good information. And if your gut is wrong, we need more people hunting in other places.”

He was right. There was no guarantee that my gut would be right—or that we’d find exactly what we sought in Pompeii.

“Okay, good. What about everyone’s missing magic?”

“We think it’s linked to the stolen ancientus spell. When we find the spell, we’ll find the person who cursed us. But the Protectorate is trying to locate another solution in the meantime.”

“Good. I don’t like our chances of retrieving the spell without our magic.”

“Agreed.”

“I need to change before we go to Pompeii. Can I meet you at the entrance hall in thirty?”

“I look forward to it.”

I hurried out of the room and raced up the stairs to my apartment door. I slipped inside and ran up more stairs—sometimes it seemed as if the castle was nothing but halls and stairs—and I slipped through into my apartment.

The Cats of Catastrophe were in my apartment again. Princess Snowflake III sat on the couch on top of two pillows this time, and she glared at me, as expected. Bojangles hung from the curtains. And Muffin was warming his butt on a pizza box.

“How did you get pizza?” I asked.

“Meow.” I’m freaking magical, dummy.

“Got a slice left?” It was my favorite.

He meowed in what was clearly a laugh. I scowled at him, then hurried upstairs to change clothes. As I passed the easel set up along the side wall, I smiled. It looked like my panting had come in handy after all.

It didn’t take long to change into fresh jeans, boots, and jacket. I took a moment to clean the blood off my blades. Even though I didn’t have to see them while they were stored in the ether, I still knew they were filthy. I wasn’t a neat freak by any means, but it still grossed me out.

I stopped by the kitchen on my way out, only to find that the cats had eaten all my food before they’d ordered the pizza.

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