Two Witches and a Whiskey (The Guild Codex: Spellbound Book 3)

by Annette Marie

  I nodded slowly, recognizing the truth in Kai’s assessment of Aaron. Still, ending things with him wouldn’t be easy. Distracting myself from the thought, I checked my phone. No notifications.

  Growling impatiently, I gave up on texting and dialed the stupid druid. Kai twisted to watch as I held the phone to my ear. It rang twice, then a computerized female voice informed me that the number I’d dialed was unavailable.

  That dickhead had turned off his phone? I would strangle him.

  Furious, I swung off the bike. “Screw it. We’re going in.”

  “Going in?” Kai slid off too and set the kickstand. “You said you weren’t here for the gallery event.”

  Thanks to a lethal oath spell, I couldn’t explain. Hissing curses under my breath, I stalked to the entrance, Kai following me. Light blazed through the glass doors and I threw them open. A spacious but empty lobby greeted me, the ticket counter dark and quiet. A second set of doors straight ahead offered a glimpse of a large space scattered with people in dressy clothes.

  I’d gotten two steps through the second doorway when a pair of burly men in black suits stepped into my path.

  “Excuse me, ma’am. May I see your invitation?”

  I bristled. “Ma’am? Do I look like a ma’am to you?”

  His expression didn’t change. “Your invitation, please.”

  Shit. Zak hadn’t mentioned that this was an invitation-only event. “Uh … I just need to have a word with someone who’s here.”

  “I’m afraid that won’t be possible unless you have an—”

  A delighted female shriek echoed off the walls. A petite young woman with long black hair came running—as much as she could run in five-inch heels.

  “OhmygodisthatKaisukaaaaaay?” she squealed, all as one word.

  Rushing up to us, she threw her tiny arms around Kai’s waist, a diamond-encrusted purse bouncing on her wrist.

  “Oh my god,” she exclaimed again, beaming up at him. “Kaisuke, I had no idea you were coming. It’s been so long! Everyone will be so delighted to see you.”

  Hugging his arm to her chest, she forced him deeper into the room.

  A bouncer stepped toward them. “Invita—”

  “Get lost,” she barked, her cutesy squeal replaced with imperious command. “Don’t you know who this is? He doesn’t need an invitation.”

  The man scowled and fell back into position. Dragging my jaw along the polished floor, I trailed two steps behind as the woman hauled a silent, expressionless Kai across the grand hall. A few well-dressed loiterers glanced toward us curiously.

  “Oh, Kaisuke,” the young woman gushed. “I thought you’d never be back. It’s been, what? Five years?”

  “Seven,” he corrected stiffly.

  “So long!” she cooed, giving him a once-over. “My, you’ve really filled out. You’re so tall! You were only, hmm, seventeen when we last saw each other?” She squeezed his bicep through his leather jacket. “Mm, I approve. You could have dressed up, though. This is a formal auction.”

  As she planted her hands on her hips in a playful reprimand, I scanned her sheath dress, the black fabric glittering with every movement. The men moving through the hall or standing at the cocktail bar wore suits and ties, and the women were done up in dark, sexy dresses.

  Thank god I’d put some effort into my appearance before leaving the house. I wore the same outfit I’d donned last night—a snug turtleneck that covered the fae markings, gunmetal-gray skinny jeans, and my trusty bomber jacket—and I’d tamed my bed-head curls into a braid. Still, Kai and I were conspicuously underdressed. At least we matched.

  The woman finally noticed me, her rosebud lips quirking. “Who is this?”

  Kai pulled me to his side—clamping me tight against him. Every muscle in his body was hard with tension. “She’s with me.”

  The woman’s eyes squinched irately, then her smile flashed. “He forgot to tell you it was formal dress, didn’t he?”

  “No, I knew,” I said, not letting Kai take the blame. “I just didn’t care.”

  She blinked, half smiling as she glanced at Kai for a clue as to whether I was joking. When he remained stone-faced, she cleared her throat. “Well, the auction begins in a few minutes, so everyone is up in the second-level gallery. Shall we join them?”

  Kai looked at me, silently asking what to do. Frantic thoughts buzzed through my head, pulling me in different directions. Whatever this was, neither Kai nor I was prepared for it, but Zak had to be nearby. If “everyone” was on the second level, that’s where I’d find the druid.

  “Shall we head up?” I asked Kai, giving him a chance to back out if that’s what he needed to do.

  A muscle jumped in his cheek, but he nodded.

  “Lovely!” the woman exclaimed. She offered her hand to me. “I’m Hisaya—Yamada Hisaya. It’s a pleasure.”

  Yamada? Oh shit.

  “You’re related,” I said weakly as I shook her teeny hand, keeping my palm tilted down so she wouldn’t spot the glowing fae rune.

  “Oh, of course!” she giggled. “Distantly, though. I’m married to his third cousin. It’s a huge family, as you know.”

  “Yeah …” I muttered, afraid to look at Kai. What had I dragged him into?

  She slid her fingers into the crook of Kai’s elbow like he’d offered his arm and pulled us deeper into the building. He kept his other arm locked around my waist, his white-knuckled grip on my jacket hidden by my sleeve.

  “It’s so wonderful that you’ve come back into the fold, Kaisuke! And don’t worry, no one will hold it against you. We’re just too delighted!” Hisaya chattered on without drawing breath, tossing out name after name—who was here, who hadn’t made it, who would be most pleased to see him. All people Kai must know, judging by the casual ease with which Hisaya mentioned each person.

  “But Kaisuke,” she said as we walked into a spacious rotunda with twin staircases rising to the second floor, “you’ve hardly said a word! How is darling Makiko?”

  He said nothing.

  “Oh,” she pouted. “Surely she’s forgiven you?”

  Silence. Kai was doing a great impression of Zak’s impregnable caginess.

  Hisaya stopped, forcing me and Kai to halt, and wagged a chiding finger under his nose. “You can’t pretend she doesn’t exist, Kaisuke. She’s your fiancée!”

  If we hadn’t already stopped, I would’ve fallen on my face. His arm tightened painfully around me, his fingers digging into my side. Hisaya frowned at our closeness.

  “Makiko and I haven’t spoken in years,” he said flatly.

  Hisaya barely hesitated. “Well, you’re back now, so you two can make up right away. I can’t wait for the wedding. It’ll be grand!”

  “So grand!” I chirped. “Hisaya, honeycake, could you give us a moment? We’ll be right up.”

  She blinked at “honeycake” and glanced questioningly at Kai. “Yes, of course. The auction starts shortly, so don’t dawdle. I’ll let everyone know you’ve arrived.”

  Smiling over her shoulder, she sashayed up the steps. I drew Kai under the curving staircase and out of the way of the final guests heading to the next level.

  “Kai,” I whispered, prying his fingers off my side before he left bruises. “What on earth is going on?”

  “That’s my line,” he retorted in a low growl. “Why are we at a black-magic auction?”

  “I had no idea it was an auction until she said so. How do you know it’s black magic?” I wasn’t surprised—why else would Zak get invited?—but what had made Kai jump to that conclusion?

  “Because my family wouldn’t be present otherwise.”

  A chill washed over me. “Oh.”

  “Why are we here, Tori?”

  “I need to get something from someone.”

  “And that someone is upstairs at the auction?”

  I nodded.

  His jaw flexed, then he clamped his arm around me again. “Let’s get it done.”

&nb
sp; “Are you sure?” I whispered as we strode for the stairs. “We can wait outside or try something el—”

  “Hisaya is already spreading the word. It’s too late for me to leave.”

  On the second level, we followed the other stragglers into a dimly lit gallery room, filled with at least a hundred people. Mythics, actually. Rogues, most likely. The white walls featured huge canvases of abstract compositions, soft spotlights illuminating the bright colors and thick strokes of the artist’s brush.

  A dais had been set up at the far end, where an elderly man at a podium spoke into a mic. He was gesturing at the thick leather tome displayed on a table beside him. Bouncers and assistants hovered around the dais.

  Hisaya stood with a group of Japanese men and women, the only smiling face. She gestured for me and Kai to join them.

  A sharp breath hissed through his clenched teeth, but he didn’t hesitate. The moment he was close enough, Hisaya burst into rapid Japanese. Kai bent in a shallow bow for the oldest man, who nodded and said something. Kai answered in Japanese.

  Why was I surprised he could speak the language? I’d realized months ago that he was part Japanese—not that anyone could guess by looking at him. His strikingly handsome features were unique, concealing his heritage, and he stood a head taller than anyone else in the group.

  The Yamadas were ignoring me, so I returned the favor. I scanned the gathered mythics for Zak, then checked my phone, half listening to the family reunion. Identifying the tone of the conversation was difficult, but it didn’t sound pleasant. I shot a pointed look at Hisaya, commanding her to referee this shit. She’d started it.

  Her whole face pulled into a condescending sneer that communicated her exact feelings about my presence. I drew myself up, and her ugly expression shifted to alarm as she realized I intended to intervene.

  “Ahaha!” she burst out before I could speak. “Kikue-san, did you hear that? The grimoire just sold for two million.”

  My expression froze and I involuntarily glanced at the book on display. I hadn’t been listening to the auctioneer’s rapid-fire babble. Two million? Wow, no wonder we were underdressed.

  “We’re interested in several items,” Hisaya told Kai, terrified I might open my uncouth mouth and offend everyone present. “Do you have your eye on anything? There’s a magnificent caduceus coming up later this evening.”

  The woman called Kikue-san said something in Japanese.

  “Ah, well,” Hisaya answered in English, “we can only hope he won’t interfere.”

  “Who?” Kai asked with obvious reluctance.

  “Ugh.” Hisaya tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You know. The Ghost.”

  Kai stiffened.

  “Half the room is afraid to bid against him,” she continued with a prim sniff, “but a low-life criminal like that could never intimidate us.”

  She cast a disdainful look across the room. I followed her gaze—and there he was.

  I’d missed him because he wasn’t in the main group. Instead, he leaned against the wall in his own personal cloud of shadow, as underdressed as me in dark pants and his long villain-coat, the hood drawn up.

  In a room of rogues and black-magic buyers, the Ghost was too scary to approach.

  I almost crowed in victory at finding him. Hiding the motion from the Yamadas, I tentatively waved my hand, hoping to catch his eye.

  “Three hundred thousand, from the young lady with red hair!” the auctioneer called into his mic.

  I started so violently I banged into Kai. Heads swiveled our way as buyers checked out their competition, and the blood drained out of my head. No, no, no! I wasn’t bidding. I was waving at an oblivious druid!

  “Four hundred thousand. Can I get four hundred—ah, four hundred thousand to the gentleman in the front.”

  I sagged in relief. That had been close.

  “Tori,” Kai snarled under his breath.

  Dragging my head up, I saw my accidental bid had achieved one thing—it had gotten Zak’s attention. He’d straightened off the wall, his shadow-filled hood turned my way.

  I waggled my phone and pointed at it. His hand shot to his pocket and he pulled out his cell, the screen lighting up as he turned it on.

  “Tori.” Kai sounded like a rabid dog. He leaned down, his mouth by my ear as he hissed furiously, “Him? That’s who you’re here to meet? You have his phone number?”

  My cell vibrated in my hand and I held it under my nose. Kai shifted to read over my shoulder.

  Zak’s message glowed angrily: What THE HELL are you doing here???

  Kai half snorted, half choked. “You put him in your contacts under Dickhead?”

  “That’s what he is,” I muttered. My thumbs flew across the keyboard. Read the messages I sent you, dumbass!

  To punctuate my instructions, I glared at Zak until he looked down at his phone again. His thumb moved as he scrolled through the half a million texts I’d sent over the course of the evening. His hood jerked angrily, then he turned on his heel and strode toward the exit. People moved swiftly out of his path, pretending they weren’t cowards.

  As he disappeared, I turned to Kai. “You can just wait here, okay?”

  Instead of replying, he brushed past me, following Zak’s invisible trail. Ah, crap. I raced after him and took the lead.

  Zak hadn’t gone far. He waited in a shadowed side hall—of course, everywhere he went was shadowy, thanks to his “lady of the night” eagle familiar—arms folded and invisible glower scorching me. I stormed toward him, debating all possible greetings.

  In the end, I kept it simple. I balled my hand up and swung at his face.

  He caught my fist in a gloved palm.

  “You turned off your phone, you moron! Why’d you do that?”

  “Because I didn’t need you pestering me every ten minutes,” he snapped. “I told you to wait until morning.”

  “I can’t wait that long! You’re the one who told me—” I cut myself off, glancing nervously at Kai. As per my oath, I wasn’t allowed to reveal anything about the Ghost, including things he’d said to me.

  His hood shifting, Zak also looked at Kai, presumably recognizing him from our shared battle with a nasty old sorceress a month ago. Kai’s expression had morphed back into stone, though wariness radiated from his terse stance.

  “I told you the fae bond will kill you,” the druid finished for me.

  “What?” Kai said sharply. “How do you—”

  Zak turned to me. “You’re not on death’s doorstep yet. You could have waited until morning.”

  “Well, I’m here now, so give it to me.” I extended my hand expectantly.

  “I don’t have it on me, idiot.”

  “What?” I resisted the urge to shove his hood off and throttle him. “But you said—”

  “I said I had it with me. I’m not carrying it around everywhere.”

  “Go get it, then!”

  His hand disappeared into the shadows of his hood as he rubbed his face. “You are more aggravating than any mythic I know.”

  A sharp cough escaped Kai—what might have been a furiously suppressed bark of laughter. I shot him a glare.

  Zak dropped his hand. “I can’t leave yet. There’s one more mythic I want to drill about fae enslavement magic, and I can’t get to him outside this event. Approaching him requires finesse.”

  “Who?” Kai asked.

  Zak paused as though weighing Kai’s usefulness. “Carmelo Mancini. He was an officer in Red Rum before going solo. A sorcerer, but rumor has it he dabbles in hybrid magic.”

  “I’ve heard of him.” Kai’s jaw flexed. “You’re trying to get this information for Tori’s sake?”

  “Obviously.”

  “Why are you helping her?”

  Zak snorted. “I don’t do charity, mage. I’m paying back a debt.”

  I blinked. “You are? What debt?”

  “You’re denser than a brick wall, Tori.”

  I smacked his shoulder. “You’
re the biggest dickhead on the planet.”

  Brow furrowing with disbelief, Kai looked between us. He gave his head a slight shake, then asked Zak, “Do you have an in with Mancini?”

  “No. That’s why I’m taking my time approaching him.”

  Kai glanced toward the auction hall where his relatives waited. Something close to terror flitted across his face, then he pushed his shoulders back. “I do. I can approach him, but I don’t know what to ask.”

  Zak’s hood twitched and I imagined him tilting his head in surprised consideration. “Can you convince him to step outside with you?”

  “Probably.”

  “Then do that. Once he’s outside, I can ask the questions—and ensure we get answers.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Stop fidgeting.”

  I shoved my hands in my jacket pockets and glared at Zak’s hidden face. “Stop being so bossy.”

  We’d climbed up the wide steps to the second-level terrace to get a better view of the gallery entrance, Kai’s bike parked a dozen yards away. Wide, paved sidewalks surrounded the building, and a big sunken square in the center was filled with structures I couldn’t identify in the dark. Everything was abandoned—too late on a Monday night for random passersby, and the auction attendees were mingling inside.

  After consolidating our dastardly plans, Kai and I had returned to the Yamada group while Zak skulked around the auction room, frightening people. Once the auction concluded, he left, and I slipped out a few minutes later, leaving Kai with his relatives. How he intended to lure this Mancini person outside was beyond me, but if he thought he could do it …

  “I hope he’s okay,” I muttered.

  Zak snorted dismissively. “Why are you worried?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be worried?”

  “He’s a Yamada.” The druid leaned against the wall. “And here I thought I was the only black smear on your record.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek, then sighed. “Zak, you have to explain this one to me. I have no clue who the Yamadas are.”

  He pushed his hood back enough for me to glimpse his bright green eyes. “The Yamada family runs the largest international crime syndicate in the mythic community.”