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learned that Zane and the PM are stepbrothers. I don't know why one of them didn't think it important to mention the fact they were related. That opens up a whole new set of possibilities as to why someone is trying to hurt Zane.
Garnout's brought in Callie Lane to help. She's a witch who's based in Sydney, Australia. I've met her at a couple of the conferences and she's one of the few witches that could give me a run for my money. Luckily, we get along fairly well. She's kind of tough but I know she'll protect the prime minister and Zane with her life.
Normally I'd feel horrible about someone taking on my charges, but Garnout says it could be a few weeks before I'm back to normal.
"Bronwyn, remember when you were attacked by Blackstock?" Garnout began the lecture, as he paced in front of my bed.
"It's not like I can forget one of the worst days of my life." I rolled my eyes and he smirked.
"Well this attack had ten times the black magic behind it that Blackstock's did."
That got my attention. "What?"
"It made its way to your heart, and it was quite purposeful, as if it were specifically made for your body chemistry. I've got a lab studying it, and even they are stymied." He pulled on his long beard.
"What are you talking about? It was just a stupid acid-spitting demon."
"The instrument was the demon, but the poison he spat at you was made with a dark magic. Something we haven't seen for years."
"But the demon was after Zane. I just happened to get in the way."
Garnout sighed. "Dear, you know there is no such thing as a coincidence. The scenario was carefully orchestrated. They made it seem like Zane was the target, but the poison wouldn't have worked the same way in his body. He would have felt bad for a day or two, and then been fine. No, someone wanted you out of the way."
He sat down on the edge of the bed. "I've done some checking and you'll be happy to know there aren't any mystical hits out on you at present. It may be the first time in five years that's happened."
I laughed. I did seem to be a great big target for bad guys. That's why I moved away from New York. Every time I took a walk, or tried to eat at a restaurant some stupid warlock would cause trouble. I moved to Sweet, Texas, to avoid all that. The town had its share of magical folks, but so far none of them wanted to kill me.
Maybe with the exception of my recently ex-boyfriend, who wouldn't talk to me. I'm mad because he hasn't called, and sad because I love him so much it hurts. If I could just see him, I know we could sort this out.
"Well, I'll delve a little deeper and see what I can find. We are trying to trace the magic, but so far we haven't found much, except it originated in Europe somewhere. Do you know of anyone who would wish you harm?"
Normally, yes. But to be honest I hadn't pissed anyone off in at least a few months. Well, that I could remember, anyway.
I told him no, but he didn't look like he believed me.
"How are your talks going with those corporate covens that moved into town?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
He frowned and shook his head. "Bad business, pardon the pun. Magic and money seldom mix. I don't know what those witches and warlocks are thinking." He stood. "I know there's something dark involved with them, but I haven't found proof."
I smiled. The Wizard Garnout thrived at keeping the world's magical balance intact. It's what kept him hanging around in this dimension for so many years.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
He reached down and patted the top of my head. "Just heal." He sent a healing spell into my body and I instantly relaxed. "If you behave, I may let you go home over the weekend. Why don't you call your friend Caleb and see if he can come get you? I don't think you need to be on a commercial flight with your immune system so compromised."
"Oh, I'll be fine by then. I can fly myself home, my jet's still at the hangar." I couldn't wait to get back up in the air.
"No, Bronwyn, you
Garnout's brought in Callie Lane to help. She's a witch who's based in Sydney, Australia. I've met her at a couple of the conferences and she's one of the few witches that could give me a run for my money. Luckily, we get along fairly well. She's kind of tough but I know she'll protect the prime minister and Zane with her life.
Normally I'd feel horrible about someone taking on my charges, but Garnout says it could be a few weeks before I'm back to normal.
"Bronwyn, remember when you were attacked by Blackstock?" Garnout began the lecture, as he paced in front of my bed.
"It's not like I can forget one of the worst days of my life." I rolled my eyes and he smirked.
"Well this attack had ten times the black magic behind it that Blackstock's did."
That got my attention. "What?"
"It made its way to your heart, and it was quite purposeful, as if it were specifically made for your body chemistry. I've got a lab studying it, and even they are stymied." He pulled on his long beard.
"What are you talking about? It was just a stupid acid-spitting demon."
"The instrument was the demon, but the poison he spat at you was made with a dark magic. Something we haven't seen for years."
"But the demon was after Zane. I just happened to get in the way."
Garnout sighed. "Dear, you know there is no such thing as a coincidence. The scenario was carefully orchestrated. They made it seem like Zane was the target, but the poison wouldn't have worked the same way in his body. He would have felt bad for a day or two, and then been fine. No, someone wanted you out of the way."
He sat down on the edge of the bed. "I've done some checking and you'll be happy to know there aren't any mystical hits out on you at present. It may be the first time in five years that's happened."
I laughed. I did seem to be a great big target for bad guys. That's why I moved away from New York. Every time I took a walk, or tried to eat at a restaurant some stupid warlock would cause trouble. I moved to Sweet, Texas, to avoid all that. The town had its share of magical folks, but so far none of them wanted to kill me.
Maybe with the exception of my recently ex-boyfriend, who wouldn't talk to me. I'm mad because he hasn't called, and sad because I love him so much it hurts. If I could just see him, I know we could sort this out.
"Well, I'll delve a little deeper and see what I can find. We are trying to trace the magic, but so far we haven't found much, except it originated in Europe somewhere. Do you know of anyone who would wish you harm?"
Normally, yes. But to be honest I hadn't pissed anyone off in at least a few months. Well, that I could remember, anyway.
I told him no, but he didn't look like he believed me.
"How are your talks going with those corporate covens that moved into town?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
He frowned and shook his head. "Bad business, pardon the pun. Magic and money seldom mix. I don't know what those witches and warlocks are thinking." He stood. "I know there's something dark involved with them, but I haven't found proof."
I smiled. The Wizard Garnout thrived at keeping the world's magical balance intact. It's what kept him hanging around in this dimension for so many years.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
He reached down and patted the top of my head. "Just heal." He sent a healing spell into my body and I instantly relaxed. "If you behave, I may let you go home over the weekend. Why don't you call your friend Caleb and see if he can come get you? I don't think you need to be on a commercial flight with your immune system so compromised."
"Oh, I'll be fine by then. I can fly myself home, my jet's still at the hangar." I couldn't wait to get back up in the air.
"No, Bronwyn, you
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