Sorcerous Flame (Harem of Sorcery Book 2) by Lana Ames

Author:Lana Ames [Ames, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bard Owl Press
Published: 2018-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I knew I needed to talk to Emma. But first, I decided to finally get that shower—alone—and reassemble myself into my own clothes. By the time I did that, and found where Jorge had plugged in my phone, I saw that its battery was at a hundred percent…and that there were four increasingly desperate messages from Emma Foster.

I sat alone on the bed in Jorge’s bedroom, listening to the messages. My heart pounded, and not from lust this time.

In the last one, she sounded nearly panicked: “Grace, please, call me! I need to know you’re all right.”

I punched her number; she answered before the first ring had stopped. “Grace, thank god.” Her voice was heavy with relief. “Are you okay?”

“Yes—no—I’m not sure,” I said. “I…everything’s been weird, pretty much since we had coffee on Monday.”

She exhaled. “I knew it. Oh, god. Where are you?”

I told her the neighborhood. “I’m not sure the exact address,” I added. “Why?”

“We need to talk, and it sounds like you’re not far. You need to get back here to the mansion, you and—whoever you’re with.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re in danger. We all are.”

I glanced around this well-kept, peaceful room, and the bright studio beyond it. “Danger? How?”

“I don’t think we should talk about it over the phone. Do you remember where the mansion is?”

“I do. At least, my phone does.”

“Good. Get here as fast as you can. Promise me you’re coming.”

“I promise,” I said, feeling a cold pit of fear in my belly. And, oddly, a hint of the magenta fire, wrapping around it.

Downstairs, I found all three men in the kitchen, trying to look all busy and occupied and not like they had been having a worried conversation about me. “Well?” Jorge asked. A pile of sandwiches was stacked on the island in front of him.

“Emma wants us all to go to Lady Periwinkle’s mansion—as soon as possible.”

“What’s going on?” Mahlen said. He came and pulled me into his arms.

I leaned into him, breathing his sweet scent, enjoying the sense of safety and rightness that came with being here. Why wasn’t this one amazing man enough for me? What was going on?

“I don’t know—she doesn’t want to talk about it on the phone. But she sounds very worried, she says we’re in danger and that we should all go there, fast. What do you guys think?”

Mahlen kissed the top of my head and released me. “Jorge made sandwiches.”

“No sense running into danger on an empty stomach,” Jorge quipped, but again, he sounded troubled.

I started to protest that I was still full from the ample breakfast, but then realized I wasn’t. It had been some hours, and I’d had, er, quite a bit of exercise in the interim. “Okay,” I relented. “But quickly.”

Jorge leapt into action, grabbing plates and handing around tall turkey-and-avocado sandwiches, with sides of dill pickle and curled radish slices, less than a minute later. “And if anyone wants more, I’ve got potato salad, and oranges, and…”

“This is perfect, thanks.” I took a quick bite.

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