Blood and Blade (Goddess with a Blade #6) - Lauren Dane Page 0,68
added technical help, she can get around security to access info on Lyr’s behalf and no one is the wiser. And she gave him information that while sensitive wasn’t super top secret. That would have definitely raised an alarm.”
“She’s true dead and Patience is investigating her and any ties she might have to others.” Clive pinched the bridge of his nose a moment.
“I’m sure you’ll be sharing all that intelligence when you acquire it.”
He hugged her close. “Whatever I deem necessary, yes.”
After she poked him in the ribs, she turned a little in his arms. Warm, pleased that the leak had been plugged, and full with love, Rowan propped her chin on a fist and stared at his gorgeous face. “I had another dream.”
He reached out to run a hand over her hair. “A prophecy dream?”
It felt so weird to call them that. Rowan cringed every time but she really needed to get over that because that’s what they were.
“Yeah. I think.”
“What’s the difference between a regular dream and a prophecy dream?”
“I don’t know. I mean. I rarely remember my normal dreams unless they’re super weird or it’s one where I’m nailing Clive Owen or whatever. But the prophecy dreams are vivid. Not the whole part, but bits and pieces. Symbols. Flashes of meaning. I hate to say it, but they’re like Carl’s bullshit slam poetry sage stuff.”
“So what was this one about?” He twirled a long tendril of her hair around his finger.
“Iron and salt. That’s what I remember most.”
“Any idea what that might be related to?”
“No. But I will. Just like the token your uncle had given Roderick. It’s all there and I’ll understand when I should. I hope anyway.”
“You will eventually find your target. I have faith in your inability to let things go.”
She snorted and then poked him in the side.
“How did the speech go?”
“It went well. As you knew it would. We assigned a special investigative team to the Blood Front here in the United States. I’ll share pertinent information as it comes.”
“That was a nice way of saying you’re not going to give me everything you find out.”
“Yes, it rather was, wasn’t it?”
Ugh, he was so arrogant and delicious. “It’s a good thing you’re so good at sex because you’re smug enough I normally would just stake a Vamp like you.”
“Ah, but I am so good at sex, so I suppose I’m safe.”
She started laughing. “You’re in a mood.”
“Despite all the violence and chaos out in the world, I’m perfectly happy right now with you here at my side. When I came home and found you asleep on the couch, clearly trying to wait for me, it felt like coming home.”
“A You like me,” she teased.
He tugged her closer to kiss her hard and fast. “I do. Even when you’re a pain in my ass and you scare all my employees.”
“They wouldn’t be scared if they hadn’t done anything wrong.”
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, holding her close.
Chapter Nineteen
Blood and magic. In the beginning that’s all there was. And now Rowan needed to figure out just exactly who and what they were dealing with because they were messing with the balance of everything.
Rowan looked over a map detailing the Western United States. Specifically the area north of Las Vegas, on the way to Salt Lake City. Vanessa had taken all the disappearances and stories of odd happenings and placed them geographically for Rowan and Genevieve to examine.
“I like your initiative,” Rowan told her new computer person.
Vanessa grinned. “Thank you. I hope it’s helpful.”
Vanessa was a tiny sprite of a woman with bright purple hair, a lip piercing and more ink than most anyone else Rowan knew. She had an intuition necessary in work like theirs. Intuition told her that data collected could be useful and initiative made it a reality.
Carey would have loved her as much as Rowan was beginning to.
When Genevieve rolled in at three, Rowan pointed at the map. “Look at this.”
Genevieve did and then handed over a thumb drive. “Look at this.”
Rowan plugged it into her laptop and the file opened up. It was page after page of information about a witch named Patrizia Lusair. Aka Patty Lusk, Trish Lush, Risa Ayers and Lisa Pat.
“She really went for it with some of these also knowns. Trish Lush?” Rowan said. She did the math quickly and realized Patrizia was, at the very least, eighty-three years old and had been criming it up for most of it.