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Avery Glovefox
At first, I crumpled the paper in my hand as fury at being tricked filled me with a fire that could burn this house down. Thinkingback on the last few hours, they must've had Avery and Lex play decoy while the others planned and executed.
It was strange to be the one not in control, not even included. I didn't really like the feeling.
Glancing back down at the note, I saw the last words again, and my brain clicked on. If they were all waiting on me, this meant that they planned all this together . . . for me.
I know they were a little pissed about the escape room incident, but it was hard to be sorry about it when they all seemed to respect each other more, able to work together better, and irritate each other just a bit less. For me, it was a win.
So, maybe I was thinking about this all wrong.
Instead of being pissed about not being a part of this, I could enjoy the fact that they worked together. They made a well-thought out plan to give me a joint gift. Also, Avery was right. Our dads will be in tomorrow, and knowing them, they’ll be early . . . so, this really was the last time to celebrate just the six of us . . ..
Taking a deep breath, I put the piece of paper on the table and tried my best to flatten it out. It was really a nice note, I just let my emotions run wild. Especially since my instincts were running on high alert and I thought something bad was happening.
Looking over the note again, they must’ve known that I was going to be out for blood at first, making my smooth talker fairythe first note I receive. It's both refreshing and annoying that they know me so well.
A sudden thought hit me. Maybe I could reach them through the bond, find out where they were without the whole seek and find game. Closing my eyes, I took a breath, finding my center where the five mate bonds connected to my soul. I subtly tried to lay my hand on each golden string, but there was a thin layer of magic protecting each one, preventing me from connecting.
This normally would’ve freaked me out, but there was something familiar about this magic. As I inspected it closer, it gave off a cold, electrical pop that I knew instantly to be Falcon’s magic, and I smiled. That smart mage of mine had thought of all the angles. So, it seems they wanted to play hardball.
I opened my eyes and went straight for the chair where Avery’s note talked about having a clue to the next location. Apparently, I would be playing this the clean way until I saw an opportunity to get around the rules.
Pulling the chair out, my clue fell down and rolled on the leather seat before I snatched it up. The small, smooth brass bullet had me falling into memories of the last time I was at the gun range with them, and they all were impressed with mine and Falcon’s accuracy. I teased them, telling them all they needed to do was spend more time at the range, but they each started giving excuses for why they didn't have the time.
Closing my fist around the bullet, I stalked off, heading for the door to get back on my bike because my hunt was just beginning.I was going to find these wayward mates, and when I did, their damn present better be fucking amazing.
I walked into Larry’s, immediately grabbing everyone's attention in the room. My eyes traveled the room, trying to find the one fucker that could make this stop easier for me.
A shiny bald head peaked out from the counter he was hiding behind. The guy Larry must’ve been talking to gave me a shifty look like he was trying to not give up his location. What the fuck did they think? That I didn't have eyes that could pick up that flesh-colored tray table next to the counter?
I slid next to the guy who had given me shifty eyes and laughed, tucking my hair behind my ear before I gushed, “Wow, a TP9 Elite SC . . .,” I picked up the gun in front of him, holding it up to the fluorescent light above. “Now, this is a good one if you like 9mm. Has excellent accuracy, superior trigger, and it's nice and compact for concealed carry.” I set the gun down with a clank, causing that bald head to shake.
I glared at it for a second before reaching behind me and pulling out my Beretta PX4 Storm. “Now, this one is a beauty. Soft recoil, accurate night sights, and you can get an extended mag on this baby.” I put the cool metal against my cheek, closing my eyes for a second to relish the new gun Cosmo got me that Falcon tricked out.
I rushed to snap my eyes open, the customer now looking at me with a wide-eyed expression that said he wanted to get away from me as fast as possible, so I smiled even wider. “Some people wanted to complain about the grip, but all I think of when idiots talk about that is they’ve never held a dick in their hands before.” I kept my eyes on the customer as I swung my gun around, pointing it at the bald shaking head. “Don't you think so, Larry?”
He immediately popped up, hand in the air as sweat was beading down his face. “Oh, Miss Rayla! It's so wonderful to see you!” His fake exuberance was comical as he wrung his hands together, his eyes firmly glued to the gun pointed at him.
“Now, Larry, you know me. I don't have much time to play around, and I’ve been a very loyal customer so . . . ” I changed my voice from light and fun, down a few octaves to downright menacing, “Now, where is my fucking note and clue. I don't have time to search for it all night so just hand it over.”
His body trembled again. “Miss Rayla, I beg of you. Your mates told me they would slit my throat if I told you where it was.” When I cocked the hammer back, he gasped loudly. “Um . . . so . . .” he looked around, eyes zeroed in on his log-in book, and he slid it over, pointing to the number eight on the list, then turned and looked at the stalls.
I put my gun away, gave him a bright smile as I asked, “They have a listening device in here, don't they?” His eyes shifted to the upper right corner of the room. Squinting my eyes, I could see a faint blue shimmer, which, to me, meant Falcon used some magic to not only have eyes and ears in this place, but also, to hide the fact that they had eyes on me.
I swiftly picked up the TP9 Elite SC off the counter and shot at the corner. Everyone in the shop turned and looked at me, gasped, eyes wide in shock, but I kept mine on the corner. The magic barrier fell down first, then the bullet hit the black metal device that was hanging on the wall.
Putting the gun down, I softly called out, “Don't worry about them. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” I winked at Larry before zooming over to stall number eight.
My eyes searched for the note and clue, but it wasn't hard to find. Right there on the gun ledge was a clipboard with a folded up piece of paper on it. I scoffed, snatching the note out of the teeth of the clipboard and opened it.
Siren,
Before you go all Rambo on us for having Falcon put up some of his techy stuff, just hear us out . . . we knew you would cheat. It's in your blood. We don't blame you for it, but we definitely knew that you would use everything you possibly could, every trick up your sleeve, to get the answers as fast as possible. We had to fight back with a little something.
Anyways, just know that for every infraction we see, we will take it out on your hide when we see you . . . but I promise you’ll enjoy it. ;)
Also, don't scare Larry too badly . . . he might pee his pants if you do . . . on the other hand, maybe you should . . . that would be funny to get on tape.
