Blood and Blade (Goddess with a Blade #6) - Lauren Dane Page 0,104
and then try to figure out what to do about that crack in the Veil he managed to make,” Rowan said through snot and tears.
Clive wouldn’t let her get to her feet though. He picked her up. “Where do you want to go? I’ll take you. Don’t argue because I’m still very angry and you’re a very convenient target and you can’t run away,” he said into her ear.
She scowled but he ignored it.
“Just follow Genevieve. Drop me if you need to defend her.”
“That will not happen.”
Inside the house they found journals. Page after page written in beautiful script in a language Rowan couldn’t decipher.
“Pack those. I’m sure they’ll be very illuminating once we translate them. Or they could be about sports or what he ate for dinner. But I’m guessing it’s all about how he was this major hero for fighting the good fight to return to Faerie to avenge yadda yadda.”
David added them to a box of things they planned to remove.
“I’m going to go outside to examine that crack Guy made trying to get into Faerie. I need you all to remain here, inside, while I do so,” Genevieve told Rowan.
She figured that meant Darius was most likely going to be helping, so Rowan nodded her agreement. “Be careful.”
The Devils would help Genevieve understand, hopefully, but that didn’t mean they planned to hand out all their secrets to anyone else, especially Vampires. And now that Genevieve was one of them as their priestess, Rowan figured her friend would have to figure out what was all right to share and not to share as well.
An hour later Genevieve came back inside. “It’s done. Apparently it was roughly a year or so of effort to get that tiny crack. It would have taken him another decade to make it twice that size. He’d have been draining and killing until the whole world knew about paranormals. They probably would have nuked this place.”
“Speaking of that. We need to burn this house to the ground. The outbuildings too,” Rowan said.
“Yes. Once we’re on the other side of the riverbed I’ll set off the spell. I already performed the working so that’s good to go,” Genevieve said as she took one of the boxes.
“The bodies in town?”
“The Dust Devils will handle that and bill you, Rowan. They said you already had a fee agreement in place with the Trick in London.”
“That I do. I just didn’t know they did the same sort of work here.”
“They don’t usually. But they’ve got to make a living too,” Genevieve said as they walked down the steps, Clive still carrying Rowan. “And they feel it fulfils a debt they incurred when Carey was killed on their watch.”
It sounded an awful lot like she was including herself in the “they’ve got to make a living” part.
There was a scorch mark where Guy had last been and seeing it filled Rowan with satisfaction.
Clive wouldn’t hear of letting her walk through the riverbed so he flew them across all showy like. And then he made her ride with him so he could drive.
Star jumped in the backseat and Patience left them there, flying back to Las Vegas to inform everyone else what had happened. Rowan would have to call Nadir later to thank her for the information that’d helped them take Guy down.
She fell asleep halfway home and for the first time in weeks, did not dream of Carey or Thena.
* * *
Clive carried her into the house, waving off Elisabeth, who’d jumped into action when she caught sight of Rowan.
“Just be sure she doesn’t overdo it during daylight hours when I can’t stop her. If you have to get David in on it do that. She’ll be better, but not as recovered as she’ll insist,” Clive told her.
“I’m familiar with that behavior,” she said, giving him a pointed look.
Smiling, he took his wife into his bedchamber and closed the door at his back. Star would stay out there in the sitting room because he needed to be alone with his wife. To listen to her breathe and know she was alive.
She came to as he was getting her out of her clothes.
“I can help,” she said, her voice still slightly slurred.
He rolled his eyes. “Your arm is mending, but let’s not overdo it.” Genevieve had performed some sort of spell that would keep Rowan’s arm in place so it would heal correctly, thank Goddess, or his wife would be out swashbuckling the moment she woke up.