tapers—”
“ Eye of newt?" Aiden suggested.
"Right," Storm said. "That, and some mugwort, hemlock, and belladonna for his breakfast cereal."
Aiden was not amused.
Storm perused the shop from where she stood. "You know what else I need? An angelite crystal."
"I have one, but it's expensive. What did you want it for? Maybe I can suggest something more reasonable?"
"I'll take the angelite," Storm said. "I need it to enhance telepathic communication and psychic channeling."
"Righteous. You know what you're doing, then. An gelite it is."
Storm raised a brow Aiden's way before she turned back to the girl. "Do you have anything like a travel magick kit? We left in a hurry."
"Yes, I have a kit with all the basics."
"Good. I'll take that and this essential oils energy spell bath and body basket."
That perked Aiden up, Storm noticed. While her purchases were being wrapped and rung up, Aiden pointed out the magickal supplies he recognized. He'd taken part in Harmony's midsummer castle cleansing ritual, so he wasn't new to this, but Storm was glad he was curious enough to ask questions.
After the magick shop, she bought some Doc Martens chukka boots and two pairs of spikes, then they headed across the parking lot toward Aiden's motor home, stop ping when they saw the crowd gathered around it.
They continued to the periphery. "What's going on?" Aiden asked a bystander.
"Oh," the guy said, "that's the tail wagon, or should I say the dragon tail wagon?"
"Never heard of it," Storm said.
The guy pulled a folded newspaper from his back pocket, the kind famous for fractured stories about movie stars giving birth to alien babies. The owner unfolded the paper and flicked the front page.
Storm read the headline: "Woman Keeps Sex Slave Handcuffed to Bed."
chapter Twenty
AIDEN whipped the newspaper out of her hand.
"Oh, look, dear," Storm said, trying not to g ri n. "There's a picture of the sex slave, spread-eagle, all right, but it's too dark to tell what he looks like or if he's wearing clothes. Too bad" She took the paper from him to look at his pic ture more closely.
"Let's see what it says, dear," Aiden replied, taking the paper back. " ‘Observers testified to seeing a man they called the Silver Fox, and to speaking with his keeper, Snapdragon McGee, a nymphomaniac who says she keeps her slave well-paid, well-fed, and very happy.' A nymphomaniac, hey?" Aiden raised a brow.
"Is that all?" Storm asked the bystander.
"No, turn to page five for more pictures."
Storm swallowed. "Oh, goody"
Aiden found page five. "Yep, here's a picture of that Snapdragon dame. Oh they think that's an alias because of her dragon motor home. She looks good, but she's cover ing her face. Too bad. Still, bare legs that go on forever and a tailcoat over nothing but a ... well, whatever you call it."
Aiden swatted Storm's arm with the paper. "Why don't you ever wear anything like that?"
Storm put her hands on her hips. "Why can't you be satisfied with me the way I am? Men!"
"Quit whining," Aiden said while their informer looked on with an understanding smile. Aiden shrugged at the guy. "I can't imagine why people think this could be the same motor coach"
"Turn the page," the guy said. "There's a great picture. The coach was parked under a streetlight."
Aiden took a deep breath, and Storm's heart picked up its beat. "You're right," Aiden said. "Great picture."
Storm started walking away, and Aiden followed her, and by the time the guy yelled for his paper, they'd ducked behind a van and were threading their way between cars.
Aiden took Storm's arm, and they hunkered down be hind a Honda Element. "I should probably beat you now as a matter of principle."
"But that was fun," she lied.
"McGee, your nose is growing."
Aiden's cell phone rang. "Crap," he said. "It's King. You think they get that newspaper on the islands?”
“ Answer it. I wanna talk to Harmony."
Aiden answered and put it on speakerphone. All they could hear
“ Eye of newt?" Aiden suggested.
"Right," Storm said. "That, and some mugwort, hemlock, and belladonna for his breakfast cereal."
Aiden was not amused.
Storm perused the shop from where she stood. "You know what else I need? An angelite crystal."
"I have one, but it's expensive. What did you want it for? Maybe I can suggest something more reasonable?"
"I'll take the angelite," Storm said. "I need it to enhance telepathic communication and psychic channeling."
"Righteous. You know what you're doing, then. An gelite it is."
Storm raised a brow Aiden's way before she turned back to the girl. "Do you have anything like a travel magick kit? We left in a hurry."
"Yes, I have a kit with all the basics."
"Good. I'll take that and this essential oils energy spell bath and body basket."
That perked Aiden up, Storm noticed. While her purchases were being wrapped and rung up, Aiden pointed out the magickal supplies he recognized. He'd taken part in Harmony's midsummer castle cleansing ritual, so he wasn't new to this, but Storm was glad he was curious enough to ask questions.
After the magick shop, she bought some Doc Martens chukka boots and two pairs of spikes, then they headed across the parking lot toward Aiden's motor home, stop ping when they saw the crowd gathered around it.
They continued to the periphery. "What's going on?" Aiden asked a bystander.
"Oh," the guy said, "that's the tail wagon, or should I say the dragon tail wagon?"
"Never heard of it," Storm said.
The guy pulled a folded newspaper from his back pocket, the kind famous for fractured stories about movie stars giving birth to alien babies. The owner unfolded the paper and flicked the front page.
Storm read the headline: "Woman Keeps Sex Slave Handcuffed to Bed."
chapter Twenty
AIDEN whipped the newspaper out of her hand.
"Oh, look, dear," Storm said, trying not to g ri n. "There's a picture of the sex slave, spread-eagle, all right, but it's too dark to tell what he looks like or if he's wearing clothes. Too bad" She took the paper from him to look at his pic ture more closely.
"Let's see what it says, dear," Aiden replied, taking the paper back. " ‘Observers testified to seeing a man they called the Silver Fox, and to speaking with his keeper, Snapdragon McGee, a nymphomaniac who says she keeps her slave well-paid, well-fed, and very happy.' A nymphomaniac, hey?" Aiden raised a brow.
"Is that all?" Storm asked the bystander.
"No, turn to page five for more pictures."
Storm swallowed. "Oh, goody"
Aiden found page five. "Yep, here's a picture of that Snapdragon dame. Oh they think that's an alias because of her dragon motor home. She looks good, but she's cover ing her face. Too bad. Still, bare legs that go on forever and a tailcoat over nothing but a ... well, whatever you call it."
Aiden swatted Storm's arm with the paper. "Why don't you ever wear anything like that?"
Storm put her hands on her hips. "Why can't you be satisfied with me the way I am? Men!"
"Quit whining," Aiden said while their informer looked on with an understanding smile. Aiden shrugged at the guy. "I can't imagine why people think this could be the same motor coach"
"Turn the page," the guy said. "There's a great picture. The coach was parked under a streetlight."
Aiden took a deep breath, and Storm's heart picked up its beat. "You're right," Aiden said. "Great picture."
Storm started walking away, and Aiden followed her, and by the time the guy yelled for his paper, they'd ducked behind a van and were threading their way between cars.
Aiden took Storm's arm, and they hunkered down be hind a Honda Element. "I should probably beat you now as a matter of principle."
"But that was fun," she lied.
"McGee, your nose is growing."
Aiden's cell phone rang. "Crap," he said. "It's King. You think they get that newspaper on the islands?”
“ Answer it. I wanna talk to Harmony."
Aiden answered and put it on speakerphone. All they could hear
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