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sure they just want to steal my
moves,” I informed her, trying to make the best of a crappy
situation.
    Behind her, Jerry was getting instructions
from another troll on how to sweep for bugs.
    Logan, Myrtle, and I talked for a bit. Ali
and Grant arrived in a rush. They were lucky we were delayed.
    Ali sent a look at Grant before her cheeks
flushed and he took her hand, bringing it to his lips.
    “Aww!” I yelled, happy to shift the attention
off of me. “You guys got back together.”
    They shrugged uncomfortably before heading
into the plane.
    Jerry moved in front of us. “Alright, we are
good, the bugs have been destroyed.”
    “Wonderful,” Logan grunted, following Jerry
up the short flight of stairs to the plane.
    I blew out a breath, feeling Myrtle’s eyes on
me. “Not a fan of flying, Olie?” she asked gently.
    “Not too much.” I turned to face her, putting
off climbing into the flying machine. “Are you going to the
Conferences?”
    She shook her head. “I prefer to stay out of
politics. Besides, with our limited numbers, we fall under your
protection.”
    “Does that earn me a discount?”
    She laughed, “Not with your expensive taste.
Take care, Olie.” She patted my arm in farewell.
    I made myself climb the stairs, finding
someone had already put my bags in the plane. I gripped the white
handrail with a venom that suggested it alone could save me.
    The interior was dimly lit and the ceiling
was far too close to the top of my head. The flight attendant
closed up the hatch upon my arrival. I swallowed loudly, taking the
first available seat. It faced Logan and Mark. Alec sat on the
bench seat with me.
    With shaky hands, I secured the seatbelt
against my torso, although it seemed silly. If the plane crashed,
the seatbelt’s only function would be to identify my body, and
since we didn’t have assigned seats, even that was pointless.
    Blowing out a breath, I closed my eyes,
willing my insides to relax and my breakfast to stay down.
    I grunted, screwing my eyes closed as the
plane began moving. I clenched my jaw. This was going to be a long
fucking flight.
    Our speed increased. My heart rate did as
well, my fingers digging into the soft leather seating. It was five
hours. I could survive five hours.
    The seat next to me dipped down and Logan’s
scent filled my nostrils, wild woods and pine trees. I opened my
eyes, watching him continue his conversation. He handed me whisky
on the rocks.
    I smiled up at him, taking the drink
gratefully.
    “What’s the game plan, Olivia?” Alec asked.
“Darren told me to come prepared.”
    I cleared my throat, having downed half my
drink. “Grams is to be protected at all cost. She is not to be
alone at any time. Ali, Grant, and you are charged with keeping her
safe.”
    “Safe from what?” Jerry asked, realizing this
wasn’t the social vacation he had originally thought.
    “Everyone,” Logan answered. “Olivia is the
head of the Supernatural Council for the Eastern United States,
plus she holds an honorary place next to me. Many will use Grams to
try bring down Olivia, who, in her death, would relinquish that
power.”
    “Wait, you mean to tell me that if someone
kills Olie, they take her power?” Jerry asked from the grouping of
seats behind us.
    I chuckled. “Guess we have more in common
with the witches than I originally thought.” I took a long sip.
    “The same goes for Logan. He isn’t to be
alone, Mark will be with him constantly, and you as well,
Jerry.”
    “Who the hell is going to guard you?” Mark
asked.
    I was about to answer that I didn’t need a
guard, but Logan interrupted me. “Olie will be attending many of
the same meetings we will. Only the meetings with Garrick will need
to be covered.”
    I shook my head, signaling the flight
attendant for another drink. “Garrick has a small army with him.
I’ll be fine.”
    He grunted a displeased answer, but I didn’t
care. I was too busy drowning my nerves in alcohol. The