Glass King (Midnight Empire: The Restoration Book 3) by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2022-09-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

London delivered the dagger to me and then portaled home, leaving me at the edge of the Kewawkgu village.

“Look out for Yetis!” Joshua called, waving furiously.

They’d been kind enough to provide me with a map and supplies for the journey to Connecticut. Pandora had also tucked a loaf of the rosemary bread in the pack, for which I was eternally grateful. The best gift the tribe gave me, however, was a motorcycle. No helmet and the rusted bike wasn’t in the best shape, but even if it got me as far as upstate New York it’d be worth it.

Paige told me which ferry to take across the river so that I wouldn’t have to present any kind of identification. Apparently, there was one for smugglers that was sometimes raided, but she thought my chances were good since there’d been a raid last week. Arguably I could whip out my girlfriend-of-the-king credentials, but I was trying to maintain a low profile so that Trinity Group didn’t catch wind of my location.

I made it into New York without incident and continued along all the backroads. If I maintained a steady pace and kept my stops to a minimum, I calculated I could arrive at the casino in about seven hours. I still had no idea what I expected to find there, but Malcolm seemed certain that was where I needed to go next.

I was so focused on navigating the bumps in the road that I missed the tripwire. I flipped up and over. The bike skidded across the dirt, and I landed on my back with a searing pain emanating from my tailbone.

“Nice bike,” a gruff voice said. “We’ll take it.”

“I don’t think so.” I tried to get up, but the back of my head throbbed and dropped back to the ground.

“Hancock, tie her arms and legs.”

“Oh, no. Not again.” One kidnapping this month was quite enough. I kicked at Hancock who approached me with a ball of twine.

“What is it?” someone asked.

“It is a witch,” I called to the darkness. I looked at Hancock. “Tell them.”

“She’s a witch,” Hancock called back with trepidation. “She doesn’t want to be tied up.”

“Nobody wants to be tied up.” The voice paused. “Well, maybe on special occasions. Anyways, just do it.”

I peered at a line of silhouettes in the background. “You’ve got the bike. What do you need me for?”

“Don’t know yet. Maybe you’ve got magic we could use.”

I sat up and dusted off my pants. “Magic is prohibited.”

A ripple of laughter followed my statement. “Yeah, sure,” the same gruff voice said. “This is pack land, missy. If we say you can do magic on our behalf, you can do it.”

I thought I sensed wolves, although with his curly hair and skittish nature, Hancock struck me as more of a werepoodle.

Hancock held out the twine. “May I?”

I released a weary sigh. I’d show some restraint. See what they wanted and then I’d kick their asses if I disliked the answer.

“No need for twine. Easier for you if I walk anyway.

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