Crossing back to his desk, Victor grabbed a sheet of paper and shoved it toward Uriel.
“Here.”
Uriel paused before reluctantly taking the proffered paper, his brows lifting as he realized it was a map of England.
“What’s this for?”
“I negotiated with the local coven. They cast a searching spell.” Victor stabbed a finger at the odd markings that were drawn at three spots on the map. “These are the locations that blocked their magic.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means someone with magical abilities is trying to hide something.” Victor moved his finger to the mark placed over the plain of Salisbury. “I would suggest you start here. The witches claimed they could sense black magic in the area.”
Stonehenge?
Bloody hell. Could the mage be any more cliché?
Belatedly realizing his chief was headed back to the door, Uriel abruptly lifted his head, a flare of panic twisting his gut.
“Victor.”
The older vampire halted, glancing over his shoulder. “Yes?”
There was an unmistakable warning in the silver eyes. Victor had given his orders. Now he expected them to be obeyed.
No matter Uriel’s reluctance.
Uriel gave a resigned shake of his head. “Nothing.”