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“I also have a few changes of clothing back there, and that is hard to explain when pulled over. The armament doesn’t even make a dent on their awareness when they get a look at the lingerie.”
Magnus chuckled. “I can see where that would be distracting.”
“Yeah, and you can’t even get an erection.”
Sophy enjoyed the blissful silence that her comment caused, right up until she pulled up to the Guild Hall. She was forced to ask, “Who do I have to ask for?”
He answered the words that she was really hoping he wouldn’t. “The Archmage.”
She dropped her forehead to the steering wheel. “Fuck.”
Chapter Eight
She straightened her clothing and grabbed her purse. “Keep quiet, Magnus. I will ask for your release, but that is it.”
“It will be enough.”
Sophy walked into the building that managed to wedge ancient architecture into a modern office building. It was not a good look. The officers at the door watched as she walked through the scanners and didn’t set off the demon scans, so they waved her through.
She had been in the Hall often enough to know where to go, she just didn’t want to go there.
A lovely young woman whose gaze was filled with leashed power manned the reception desk. She was not just decorative. She gave Sophy a speculative look as she approached.
“Good morning, miss.”
“Good morning.”
“How may I help you?” She folded her hands on the desk. It was not a good sign. Normally, a proper receptionist would have a pen or keyboard under her fingers.
“I need to see the Archmage.” The moment she said it, she wanted to take it back and make a beeline for the door.
The receptionist gave her a brittle smile. “He is occupied this morning. May I take a message?”
“Certainly. Please, tell him that Sophia DeMonstre, the Cursed One, is waiting in the lobby, and the more coffee I drink, the worse things will be when he shows up.” She smiled tightly as the woman blanched at her words.
“ You are the Cursed One?” The expression went from contempt to hero worship in an instant.
“I am.”
“Oh, I love your work. Just a moment. I will call him.”
Sophy waited and actually signed an autograph for the receptionist—Judith—while the woman made the call before Aleneus bolted into the entry hall with his robes swinging and a hectic expression in his eyes.
“Sophia. You are here.” He rushed up to her and took her hands, bringing them to his lips one at a time.
“I am. I have something to ask of you. I would rather that it not be done here.” She looked around at the curious faces who were watching them intently.
Judith was smiling at Sophia’s autograph as they passed her desk with Sophy’s hand firmly clutched in Aleneus’s.
He had been trying to get her either into bed or a marriage since she turned eighteen, and as he was only two years older than she was, it was a little disturbing that he hadn’t given up in the subsequent decades.
“I am so delighted to see you here, Sophia.”
“Oh, it is a delight, all right.”
They rode up to his offices in the elevator, and she checked the nearest windows in case she needed to jump. Sure, it was nine stories, but she was betting she could recover from the fall if she could push herself past the wards.
He set her in a curved chair in front of his desk, and he settled in his own chair, steepling his fingers and smiling. “What can I do for you, Cursed One?”
She placed her hands in her lap. “I would like you to release Magnus.”
He frowned. “Who?”
“Magnus. The mage in amber whose consciousness is currently haunting my phone and any other appliances with audio capabilities. He is my liaison with the guild, and I would like him released but to remain in the capacity of my advisor.” The words came out before she knew what she was going to say.
Aleneus stared at her, his mouth opened and closed, his hands clenched into fists. “Why do you want him?”
Whoa. There was a
Magnus chuckled. “I can see where that would be distracting.”
“Yeah, and you can’t even get an erection.”
Sophy enjoyed the blissful silence that her comment caused, right up until she pulled up to the Guild Hall. She was forced to ask, “Who do I have to ask for?”
He answered the words that she was really hoping he wouldn’t. “The Archmage.”
She dropped her forehead to the steering wheel. “Fuck.”
Chapter Eight
She straightened her clothing and grabbed her purse. “Keep quiet, Magnus. I will ask for your release, but that is it.”
“It will be enough.”
Sophy walked into the building that managed to wedge ancient architecture into a modern office building. It was not a good look. The officers at the door watched as she walked through the scanners and didn’t set off the demon scans, so they waved her through.
She had been in the Hall often enough to know where to go, she just didn’t want to go there.
A lovely young woman whose gaze was filled with leashed power manned the reception desk. She was not just decorative. She gave Sophy a speculative look as she approached.
“Good morning, miss.”
“Good morning.”
“How may I help you?” She folded her hands on the desk. It was not a good sign. Normally, a proper receptionist would have a pen or keyboard under her fingers.
“I need to see the Archmage.” The moment she said it, she wanted to take it back and make a beeline for the door.
The receptionist gave her a brittle smile. “He is occupied this morning. May I take a message?”
“Certainly. Please, tell him that Sophia DeMonstre, the Cursed One, is waiting in the lobby, and the more coffee I drink, the worse things will be when he shows up.” She smiled tightly as the woman blanched at her words.
“ You are the Cursed One?” The expression went from contempt to hero worship in an instant.
“I am.”
“Oh, I love your work. Just a moment. I will call him.”
Sophy waited and actually signed an autograph for the receptionist—Judith—while the woman made the call before Aleneus bolted into the entry hall with his robes swinging and a hectic expression in his eyes.
“Sophia. You are here.” He rushed up to her and took her hands, bringing them to his lips one at a time.
“I am. I have something to ask of you. I would rather that it not be done here.” She looked around at the curious faces who were watching them intently.
Judith was smiling at Sophia’s autograph as they passed her desk with Sophy’s hand firmly clutched in Aleneus’s.
He had been trying to get her either into bed or a marriage since she turned eighteen, and as he was only two years older than she was, it was a little disturbing that he hadn’t given up in the subsequent decades.
“I am so delighted to see you here, Sophia.”
“Oh, it is a delight, all right.”
They rode up to his offices in the elevator, and she checked the nearest windows in case she needed to jump. Sure, it was nine stories, but she was betting she could recover from the fall if she could push herself past the wards.
He set her in a curved chair in front of his desk, and he settled in his own chair, steepling his fingers and smiling. “What can I do for you, Cursed One?”
She placed her hands in her lap. “I would like you to release Magnus.”
He frowned. “Who?”
“Magnus. The mage in amber whose consciousness is currently haunting my phone and any other appliances with audio capabilities. He is my liaison with the guild, and I would like him released but to remain in the capacity of my advisor.” The words came out before she knew what she was going to say.
Aleneus stared at her, his mouth opened and closed, his hands clenched into fists. “Why do you want him?”
Whoa. There was a
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