"That conversation would have been so much more pleasant had he made the slightest threat toward you," Azriel mused, sheaving a still blazing Valdis.
"Only because it would have enabled you to kill the bastard."
"Yes. Yeska's time is long overdue."
"Well, you can blame your people for his presence here. You could have done something when you first held him for questioning."
"With the advantage of hindsight, that is obvious." He turned. "I suspect those coordinates will take us to the warehouse near Stane's. Let us hope Rozelle and her friends have been able to break through that shield."
Otherwise I'd be entering that damn place alone. Again. "It's probably better to check the location on a computer first, just so we have some idea what to expect. And while we're home, I can fix that cut on your head."
He smiled. "It will heal soon enough."
"Yeah, but humor me anyway."
His smile grew. "I have heard it said it is unwise to argue with a pregnant woman."
"I'm betting that'll happen only when it suits you."
"A statement I am about to prove. We have not the time to delay. Even now the sorceress could be at the gate, invoking the magic that will lead her into the grasp of the Raziq."
He was right, damn it. I got out my phone, typed the coordinates into Google maps, and a second later we had our result. It was the location of the warehouse near Stane's.
Two seconds after that, we were once again standing in front of the building. Rozelle spun as we appeared, one hand going to her chest. "You could give some warning before you pop in like that," she muttered. "It's enough to scare ten years' growth out of a person."
"We did not mean to scare you," Azriel said.
"Under normal circumstances you wouldn't, but in a place like this, when we're dealing with a spell like this, then, yeah, arrival announcements are definitely appreciated."