"I knew the location. I did not know it was hidden under a multitude of twisted chains and charms. Do you not have a better method of filing them?"
"I do, but it involves walking into the closet. It's easier to simply dump them on the dresser as I'm taking off my clothes."
"That is not logical."
"A rather common problem with me, I'm afraid." I finished the sausage roll and dumped the paper in the nearest bin as we walked past it.
"True." He was close enough that his shoulders occasionally brushed mine and, as I'd feared, every brief touch had longing coursing through me. But as much as I wanted to step away, I didn't. I needed the comfort of those too brief moments, if only because the heat of contact went some way toward combating the chill of gathering fear.
It took nearly ten minutes to walk down to Southern Cross Station, which was a riot of noise and bodies thanks to the fact that peak time was approaching. We made our way through the crowd, but my footsteps slowed as I neared the locker room.
"Your father is not waiting within," Azriel said.
Something I already knew because I couldn't feel the power of his presence, but that didn't erase the churning in my gut. "What about Razan?"
"There are a number of humans, but no one else."
I took a deep breath that did little to bolster my flagging courage, then forced my feet forward. No one looked at us, let alone attacked us. I'm not sure why I'd expected otherwise—Azriel had already said there was no one dangerous here. Paranoia, it seemed, might be becoming a staple in my life.
I stopped in front of the locker and stared at it. Which wasn't exactly getting us anywhere, but I just couldn't force my hand up to shove the key into the lock.
Azriel gently took it and did it for me.
What we discovered was another square ward roughly the size of a tennis ball.
This one was white rather than black, but its surface was just as slick and ran with the colors of the rainbow.
"I cannot feel any dark energy coming off this one," Azriel commented.