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before reminding them of the immediate task at hand. “First we have to clear Ty’s name and make sure the gods don’t kill him.”
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    “You want a what?” Zavier smiled at the irritated growl coming from the other end of the call. It was a legitimate question since it was Ty whom he was talking to.
    “I. Want. A. Magic weaver. Is that plain enough for you? Eros is breathing up my ass and has threatened Amissa. I need answers and if they are locked away with my memories, then I need them unlocked or what the fuck ever.” Ty took a breath and fell silent.
    “Well if you explained that the first time, I wouldn’t have questioned you. Magic weavers are very rare and most have gone into hiding because of bastards like Garrick, among other daemons.” Zavier brought up Google search and typed in magic shops . One thing about weavers, they couldn’t stop practicing spell making. Magic and other occult shops were the perfect places to find a weaver.
    “There are a couple of spell shops a few miles outside of town. I’ll send Gwen to check them out.” Zavier printed out the addresses for four shops within a hundred miles from Serenity Cove.
    “How long will this take?” Z didn’t blink at his brother’s impatient tone. He was used to it and understood. “I’ll have her, and most likely Markus, ready to go right away. They’d have to travel the human way, to ensure Garrick or the humans do not discover them. My best guest, if we’re lucky, would be about a week. But I think that is pushing it.”
    The sound of heavy, yet small, footsteps made him twirl around and meet the annoyed glared of Elle—aka Danielle Roberts, daughter of Nyx and his biggest distraction. “Ty, man, we’ll find one for you. You should come home and bring Amissa and Cyrus with you.”
    “No, it’s safer here for now.”
    “Okay. I’ll call when I have something.” Zavier hung up the phone and folded his arms at the dark haired goddess in front him.
    She stepped inside his computer room, which recently shrunk in size allowing Elle to have her own studio where she could paint or sculpt or whatever artistic thing she could come up with. The decision to share his space with her had been a mistake. The female was impossible. She was messy, leaving paintbrushes scattered about and the damned paint jars weren’t even organized by color. It totally fucked with his OCD. Yet, he couldn’t seem to stay away from her. “Can I help you, Elle?”
    “Have you seen my fan brush?”
    “Your what?”
    She fisted her hands. “Fan brush. It’s a paint brush shaped like a handheld fan.”
    He stepped to the curtain, which divided their areas and flung it open, then stormed over to the workbench and pointed to the wall. “I organized them by size. I don’t understand how you can find anything in all this mess.”
    The muscle in her jaw flexed. “It’s my mess and I know exactly where everything is.”
    She pushed past him and yanked the brush from the hook and slammed it to the table next to a painting he hadn’t noticed until just then. His heart stopped briefly and all he could do was stare at the images on the canvas. “You dreamt this?”
    Her shoulders dropped. “Two nights ago.”
    He faced her and an ache formed in his chest. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hair was twisted in a messy bun on top of her head. Reaching out, he brushed a finger across her cheek. She jerked away from the touch, which only made him advance and grab her into a tight hug. “You haven’t slept since then?”
    She pressed her paint-stained hands to his chest. His skin under his black, cotton shirt burned from the touch. After a moment she relaxed into him. “No. I felt his pain. I’ve never done that before.”
    Zavier picked her up and carried her to the sofa on his side of the room. Sitting, he cradled her against his chest and stared at the painting. She’d captured Ty towered over a dead female inside some