Warlock's Angel - Marly Mathews Page 0,15

what he couldn’t tell Finley was that ever since he’d abandoned the Bloodbayne Coven, he had a security clearance amongst the Universal Magical Authority that would supersede any authority the local agents wielded.

“You make sure you do that. We can’t have anyone thinking you’re stepping on their toes,” Finley murmured. “I think they’ve just arrived, I’ll be right back. You take good care of her.”

Crackling noises filled the room along with a blast of bright holographic light.

“I was finally able to get past the triple whammy those fucking witch hunters had put on this house. I hope I didn’t miss too much. Wait a second, who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing with my darling Dallas?”

“I wasn’t aware she was your darling Dallas. If she’s so precious to you, you should have been here during the fight instead of sitting on your lazy ass behind a desk.”

He recognized Clifton Parr from personnel files he’d been given en route to Earth. While Clifton was an honorable warlock and didn’t have his sticky fingers in any nefarious plots, he was known for resting on his laurels a bit too much, and some within the Universal Magical Authority believed him to be one of the laziest warlocks on Earth.

“I do not know who you think you are, sir, but I must protest your treatment of me, and of Dallas. I am quite certain she would not like having you in such close proximity to her.”

He snorted. How the hell would Clifton know what she wanted, unless there was more to their relationship that most thought. Somehow, he couldn’t see Dallas going for a man like Clifton, but he could be mistaken. Maybe she did like egocentric buffoons who were all talk and very little action.

From what he knew about her family, the Redgrave males were men of action, not of idleness, and honestly, when you had those kind of role models, how could you go for big, dumb and stupid?

“I think, Master Parr, that you should tread very carefully. Of course you are a bit of a lightweight, being as you’re only here in holographic form. If you are truly concerned about Dallas, how about you get off your fat ass, get into your car and come visit her in person? That just might show her that you care about her, if that’s important to you.”

Clifton started to sputter, as if he couldn’t think of anything intelligible to say.

“Do you need to go back to school to learn basic communication skills, because right now I don’t think you’re quite up to par, Clifton.”

Clifton grunted, looked fleetingly at Dallas, and promptly disappeared.

“Good riddance to getting rid of that hindrance,” Oliver muttered.

Dallas’s body started to convulse. She was having some kind of seizure. He reached out to grab hold of her so she couldn’t fall off the couch and hurt herself. “No, I will not break. You can’t have my powers,” she repeated over and over again.

He resisted the urge to shake her awake. He didn’t know if she was simply having a nightmare or if she was suffering from something else, and if he woke her he didn’t want to harm her more than help her.

“Finley, where the hell are you? We need some medical help in here on the double,” he shouted, knowing that his voice would be heard miles away as he’d magically amplified it.

The other agents from the Magical Authority barreled into the room as if he’d lit a fire under their butts.

“What took you so long?” Oliver growled as a healer came to his side.

“Please step aside, Master White, we need room to treat Mistress Redgrave.” Only two healers stepped forward to help Dallas, despite the fact that there were four witches in the room wearing the appropriate crest of the healing division of the Magical Authority. It was as if they believed that Dallas carried some kind of plague. He didn’t like the way they snubbed her. He didn’t like it at all.

Finley tentatively touched him on the arm and steered him away to a distant corner of the room by the fireplace.

“I had a bit of a hassle trying to convince them to enter Redgrave House and treat Dallas. You see, they are not from these parts and they view Dallas as a threat. They worry about what will happen to them if they come into contact with her skin.”

Well, that explained why the healers treating her were wearing gloves. Witch and warlock