“Leave my friends the fuck alone,” she snarled. “If we can’t revive Kenneth, then I work for you for two full months, and I’ll steal anything that you want, but Hillary is off the table. You do not even look at her. She doesn’t exist. And I’m not having sex with you, you pig.”
She glanced over at Dominick, who’d gone back to human form but was glaring at Fraser with murder in his eyes. “And he is not my lover boy.”
“Sure he isn’t.” Fraser looked amused, which made Pixie want to punch him really hard.
“No, you jackhole, he really isn’t. Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal. What do you need from me?”
“For starters, I’d like to consult with Anastasia. Today.”
Fraser looked at her through narrowed eyes. “You suspect black magic.”
“Wait, we’re dealing with black magic here? Is Anastasia a witch who deals in black magic?” Hillary piped up, eyes big as saucers.
“She’s more gray magic,” Pixie shrugged, and turned back to Fraser, but Hillary wasn’t done.
“There is no such thing as grey magic in the eyes of the law.” Hillary’s voice rose to a shrill keen. “Magic is either black, or white. All practitioners of magic must be licensed by the Council of Magic and must keep a log of each use of magic, and submit the log weekly to their local-”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Pixie barked. “Do you want to save our friends, or not? Because if we do this by the book they’ll all die.”
“But everyone at Shifters, Inc. will be taken to the hospital. When they evaluate them, they’ll scan them for the effects of black magic. They’ll do it legally.” Hillary’s tone was pleading.
“They’ll be scanned by a White Magic Practitioner. They’re not going to be up on the latest street hoodoo. Nobody knows black magic like someone who deals in it,” Pixie said firmly. “Let the hospital do whatever they can. I hope it works. In the meantime, I’m going to do things my way.”
“I’ll contact Anastasia,” Fraser said. “What else do you need?”
Before Pixie could answer, Dominick’s cell phone rang. He grabbed it and answered quickly.
“Tyler? You’re all right? Thank God. Yeah, don’t go anywhere near the building, and don’t talk to the police. We’re at 39th and Green, at the old Bromwell warehouse. Get here as fast as you can, and don’t talk to anyone else until you get here.”
“What did he say?” Pixie asked anxiously.
“He was out picking up a new laptop, when the attack happened. He was heading back in when he saw the commotion around the building and turned on his police scanner. Apparently there were a total of 15 people who were affected, and they’ve all been transported to Playa Linda General. No news yet on their condition. Police are calling it a terrorist attack.”
Tyler ran their computer security department, and could hack into any database in the world, which would prove mighty useful.
Of course, it would be awkward working side by side with him. He and Pixie had briefly dated, until Pixie put her foot down and demanded to know if she was his fated mate. He had to admit that she wasn’t. When a shifter met his or her fated mate, they had a strong and immediate reaction, both physical and emotional; they pretty much knew right away that they’d met The One. Tyler had to confess that although he found her attractive, and liked her, she wasn’t the one.
So she’d broken it off with him. Ever since then, he’d been secretly giving her gifts. She’d even caught him leaving some of the gifts on her desk when he thought she wasn’t looking. Perfume, extremely expensive jewelry, gift cards to stores that she shopped at…