Page 42 of Seas the Reckoning

“My family has a piece that was passed down over several generations from a siren ancestor of mine.”

“You don’t say. Do you have the piece in your possession? I’d love the opportunity to examine it. Is there anything you’re hoping to learn about it?”

His voice has lost its dripping, syrupy sweetness, and is clear and sincere. The jewelry undoubtedly makes him money, but it’s entirely possible he also holds a genuine interest.

“Is there a good way to find out exactly what magic a particular piece of jewelry has?” I ask, instead of responding to whether or not I have the item in question.

It’s tucked in a pocket of my skirt at the moment. It would be visible in this neckline, and for whatever reason I just don’t feel comfortable with everyone seeing it.

“We absolutely can figure that out. My vampires are the best, and among them I am the most skilled. I’d be more than happy to offer my insights. Perhaps a trade? I examine the necklace, and you lend me your song?”

I hesitate for perhaps a moment too long.

“Please consider it,” he urges, before turning to compliment Piers on his suit.

Arloc is smooth. Pushing, but not so far that I shut him down completely.

I let out a breath as Arloc and Piers discuss something having to do with ships.

Across the table, I can see that Starla’s blush is all that’s keeping her complexion looking rosy. She needs to power up her magic. She really should find time before lunch. We’ll be funneled from one social engagement to the next, and I want us both on our toes.

Lack of sleep, and using her magic to muffle our voices last night, has drained her.

But maybe there’s a way to bring about an early end to this meal. Give her a chance to gain back some energy, and me an opportunity to think over Arloc’s offer in peace.

The idea is devious, and I know I never would have thought of it before associating with so many supernaturals who hunt and manipulate wicked magicals for a living.

I’m sorely tempted to sing them into excusing us from breakfast, but that would be a frivolous use of a power that could put me in the grave. This is better.

I clear my throat, and the two supernaturals turn to look at me.

“You’re both clearly held in high esteem by the councilman. Do you each work with him frequently? Or does one of you have his favor more than the other?”

An obvious, obvious bid to get them to compete.

But they oblige.

Thank the tides for arrogant men.

“Councilman Taylor moves between multiple properties, and I have been to four,” Arloc begins.

“Really? I count five for myself. Has he not had you out on his private golf course in Scotland? That’s a shame; it’s lovely.” Piers snaps his fingers for someone to come top up his tea.

The vampire’s eyes narrow at the warlock.

“While that does sound like fun, vampires do not make a habit of golfing out in the sun. Even if we did, I hardly have the time. My schedule revolves primarily around business. If I am spending minutes on something, those minutes are making money or benefitting me in some other way. Like basking in the company of a beautiful woman, for instance.” His eyes slide to me, and I put my hand to my cheek as though he’s made me blush.

Thankfully, Piers turns the conversation back before Arloc can dive into any flirtation.

“It’s the same for me!” the warlock insists. “I have a great mind for finances.”

Starla turns to me as the two argue, grinning. She tilts her head to the two men, and I nod.

Yes. I did it on purpose.

Arloc raises an arched eyebrow at the warlock.

“Oh? Then I’m certain you’ve spent plenty of time in the office here at the councilman’s main estate? After all, that is where he keeps the contracts for his most important deals. Or, have you perhaps been relegated to the scotch and cigar room? Good for those who are entertaining, but not for entertaining serious clients.”