Jacque shot him a look, her eyes narrowed. “Really, Fane? The Alpha who can’t get his mate to keep her clothes on and the bartender who encourages such behavior? These are the individuals you are suggesting can keep those two out of trouble?”
Fane shrugged. “I see your point. Perhaps Sorin and Peri will be able to help.”
Jacque groaned a she flopped into her temporary home for the next ten hours. “It’s going to be a disaster. I can see Jen now, dancing on the bar, Sally trying to be a bartender and spraying some poor guy with beer, Decebel trying to kill every guy looking at Jen, and all the while Costin is trying to keep Sally from wasting more alcohol than they sell.”
“And where are the others in this little scenario of yours?” Fane asked with a crooked smile.
“They’re standing in the back of the bar laughing their supernatural asses off,” Jacque grumbled.
Fane laughed. “You are right, Luna. It is going to be a disaster. I will have to ask Sorin to video some of it on his phone.”
“Well, at least I won’t be the only one on film,” she muttered, remembering the pixies.
Fane looked at her curiously.
“I’ll tell you later.” She shook her head as she rolled her eyes.
“Stop worrying, Jacqueline. Everything will be fine.”
“I’ll remember you said that.”
“Tombstone,” Fane said with a grin.
Jacque grinned back at him. “Good call, wolf-man. Good call.”
Fane wrapped an arm around Jacque’s shoulder and tucked her in close as they waited for the others to board the van. With any luck, by this time tomorrow Jacque would mert her first pixie.
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As Decebel pulled away from the Serbian mansion he glanced over at Jen, who was looking back at the van Jacque was in.
“She will be fine.”
“I know.” She nodded. “It’s just weird to be separated from her.”
Decebel reached over and took her hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed it gently, a silent reminder that he was there for her and always would be.
“So you want to know about the stones?” Peri asked Sally.
Sally nodded.
“First things first – the stones can only be used if the motives of the wielder are pure. They cannot be used for ill.”
“Good to know. So if they get into enemy hands they are useless.”
“Exactly,” Peri agreed. “Second, the stones are magic in and of themselves, but their magic can only be used and directed by the magic inside of you. Your body is of the earth, and so you are, in essence, an element. The most common use for the stones is to render an enemy’s magic void. They basically negate any dark magic. If you want to go on the offensive, the stones are capable of this as well. While holding the stones, simply picture what it is that you want to do and the magic drawn from you and into the stone will take care of the rest. When all of the stones are being used together they are a force to be reckoned with. The more powerful the wielder, then the more effective the stones will be.”
“So I can’t accidentally kill some innocent bystander?” Sally asked.
Peri shook her head. “Nope. The stones will only react when the magic you are calling on is necessary and on whom it is intended.”
“That makes me feel better.” Sally smiled.
Peri chuckled. “You were worried you would fry some little crumb catcher that was in the vicinity?”
“Something like that.”
“Sally, your heart is too pure for something like that to happen, even accidentally.” Peri’s words were so full of truth that Sally finally felt like she could breathe easier at the thought of using the stones.