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Saiad have been up to since I pulled myself from the assignment?”

The Saiad —a Hunter’s Guild formed in ancient Judah solely for the purpose of eradicating Supernaturals from existence—were the collective enemy of all Supernaturals. The problem with the Saiad was that they were not only armed with advanced weaponry but with misinformation.

“Not much to report,” Kara sighed. “Until we can locate the Kanna Stone, you know it’s not safe for anyone else to go undercover. Even with your ability, I was never comfortable sending you in.”

“And I appreciate that you were concerned, Boss.” I winked at her. It was my attempt at lightening her seriousness.

Kara never fully understood my powers because I never fully revealed them to her. Or to anyone, for that matter. Grams taught me from day one, never show what you’re capable of unless absolutely necessary. The enemy can’t defend against what they don’t know. Sometimes, the element of surprise would be your strongest protection. She also told me that there would only ever be one soul I’d be able to trust completely with all of my secrets. When I asked how I was supposed to know who that was, in true Grams fashion, she just winked at me and said I’d know when I knew. I still wished I trusted in my ability to just know things as much as Grams seemed to have trusted in me.

“Of course I was concerned!” Kara retorted. “You’re pretty much my favorite person. And while I know you were confident in your ability to stay cloaked and appear human, you also knew they were looking for the Kanna Stone, too. If they happen to find it before we do, that’s a total game changer for them, and us, in this war.”

“Maybe what we really need t’ be searching fer are the rest of the Silver Scrolls,” I suggested. “We know there are more based on the information found in the one we have.”

Kara mulled this over for a moment. Took a sip from her mug. “You know, that’s really not a bad idea. But I don’t see how that’s going to help with locating the Kanna Stone.”

I had studied the one Silver Scroll in our possession at length and more than anyone else in our organization. It predated the Dead Sea Scrolls yet still managed to lead us to find them. Dead languages were sort of my thing, and I was convinced the undiscovered Silver Scrolls would lead us to pretty much anything of supernatural origin in existence.

“Think about it, K. Ya know that scroll has more secrets than we’ve deciphered. And if we are translatin’ it correctly, there are seven of them in all. Knowing what just this one has given us, somethin’ just tells me, deep in my gut, that those scrolls are the key t’ not only protecting our race but saving us all.”

“Well, I reckon we know what your next assignment is gonna be when you’re all finished with your Keeper hiatus,” she said and gave me a knowing grin. “Oh . . . look at the time. I have to get ready. I have plans with a sexy blonde! And you, my dear, have less than forty-eight hours before your plane leaves for New York. You know, so we can work a little before you head to your Pyreshore detour.” She used air quotes when she referred to us working. “You best get to packin’ and settlin’ up whatever you need settled in Dublin.”

“Tell Janie I said hello,” I proclaimed.

“What makes you think I’m going out with Janie? I know hot blond guys,” Kara insisted.

I laughed. “Because you’re drinking whiskey in your coffee. Wine is the date night beverage of choice. Whiskey is a girl’s night pre-game drink.”

“Smart ass.”

“Hey . . . this is why you pay me the big money. I know things . . . even if I’m not drinkin’ wine,” I offered her a wide grin and waved sweetly. “Love ya! Mean it! Have fun.” And I tapped the red dot on my phone to end the call before she could retort.

She had a point. I had less than two days to get ready to leave my life in Dublin behind, maybe for a month, maybe forever.

First thing on my list, packing.

Second, a little detective work to discover the identity of Super Attractive Guy with the scar on his right eye and why he was at my flat.

Three

I didn’t know how divas did it. Choosing clothes was hard.

How I managed to acquire so many in two years was beyond my comprehension. There was a time I could have fit every piece of clothing I owned into a carry-on suitcase. That time had clearly passed. I stood staring at the large suitcase laid open on my bed and the pile of clothes stacked around it, and I wondered how I was going to possibly get it all to fit.

The answer . . . I wasn’t.

I had to admit, I was a little disappointed in myself.

“You were just playing the part, Aish,” I said aloud to myself. “It’s part of your cover.” Naturally, I knew better. I had simply changed over the course of my time in Dublin. Life had a way of doing that—changing things . . . changing people. It didn’t matter if you were a Fae, a Human, a Shifter, or any other race of supernatural being. You didn’t escape the reality of change. No one was that powerful.

“Ya know what,” I placed my hands on my hips and continued talking to myself. “You are just goin’ t’ pack what ya can in the suitcase, and the rest will just stay here. Or you can give it away.” I gave my head a hard nod forward. That was settled.

I was in the process of making the tough wardrobe decisions one must make while packing for an extended leave when a knock sounded on my door. I glanced at the clock. Just before five in the afternoon.

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