This was the elite faction of the guild-the ones who claimed the toughest jobs and took on the deadliest opponents.Įzra was part of the circle too, but he’d slid his chair back and didn’t have a glass. Even Girard, the first officer, had joined in.
Surveying the gathering, I counted most of our top combat mythics-from mages like Aaron, Kai, and Laetitia, to sorcerers like Andrew, Lyndon, Gwen, and Zora.
Half the table lifted their shot glasses and tossed them back, Aaron included. Shouts burst from Aaron’s table in a mix of triumph and dejection. Every few days, I’d get annoyed enough to send him an insulting text message, but he never responded. Irritation flashed through me at the thought. He’d made me swear a black-magic oath to keep his secrets, then swear I wouldn’t reveal said oath. Even if I’d wanted to share, I couldn’t spill a single detail about the rogue mythic without ending my life. He and his sister could nurse their grudge against the notorious Ghost without my help. I shoved past him and marched away, ignoring his glare singeing my back. “Where do your loyalties lie, Tori?” he asked coldly. This human girl knew better than to tick off a sorcerer, especially a prodigy who’d completed his apprenticeship years ahead of schedule. Was I hiding behind the guild master? Damn right I was. If you have a problem with that, take it up with Darius.” I inched backward, but Ming was blocking my retreat. “Every day you hold your silence is a chance for the Ghost to abduct another victim.” “We’re here for the information you refuse to share.” “We aren’t here for drinks,” Zhi interrupted in his usual monotone. “I’ll be right back to serve you,” I continued hastily. His sister, Ming, had similar features, slightly softened by her long raven hair and bright red, over-the-ear headphones. With short-cropped black hair, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass, and a terse mouth that never smiled, he wasn’t winning any friendly neighbor awards. Zhi stared at me, his intensity at nuclear level. Out of nowhere, a man and a woman appeared on either side of me. As Sabrina pulled out her phone for another round of photos, Sin shot me a pained look.Ĭhuckling, I poured her a coke and slid it into her hand as I stepped out from behind the bar, whiskey cradled in the crook of my elbow. When I pushed through the saloon doors, Sabrina was animatedly describing her victory at the rabbit breed show to Sin and Riley, who’d joined her at the bar.
The guys were going to clean me out, sheesh. In dry storage, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Squashing my guilt, I hastened into the kitchen and high-fived Ramsey, the cook, on my way by. “Sorry, Sabrina, I need to get back at it.” Oh, now he was asking my permission? Suppressing an eye roll, I waved in acknowledgment, then composed my face into an expression of disappointment. “Hey Tori!” Aaron called from across the pub, his voice rising above the loud rumble of conversations.
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