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definitely somewhere in the Mageverse. Probably out in the middle of nowhere, if I had to guess.”
    “Good. Let’s gate, then.” Percival drew his sword as Cador and Marrok moved in, preparing to step through the dimensional gate as soon as she got it open.
    The witch lifted both hands in a gesture he’d seen a thousand times before. Magic streamed from her delicate fingers to splash in midair, forming a wavering oval window on the moonlit forests beyond. Judging by the constellations overhead,the gate opened on Mageverse Earth.
    Then a sound rang through the gate: a woman’s scream, high-pitched with utter terror. They all tensed.
    Morgana’s gaze met Percival’s as her delicate jaw set, her brows lowering in an expression he knew too well. It meant he wasn’t going to like whatever high-handed stunt she was about to pull. She shrugged. “Sorry.” She stepped through her gate.
    Before they could follow, it collapsed behind her. Percival stopped in mid-step, gaping at the fading point of her gate as it disappeared.
    “Did that little bitch just leave us?” Cador demanded in astonishment.
    “Couldn’t have.” Morrak sounded bewildered. “She wouldn’t do that.”
    Except that was exactly what she’d done. “‘
Sorry
’? You’re going to be ‘sorry’ when I get done with you, witch.” Cursing steadily, Percival pulled the iPhone off his belt.
    No cell phone company had service to the Mageverse, of course, but the phones had been enchanted to send messages to headquarters. They were definitely needed; a lot of agents were always on duty on the two earths, working cases involving everything from wars to natural disasters.
    To make matters worse, the Magekind were desperately shorthanded. Over the past decade, Avalon had fought a series of battles with aliens, demons, and werewolves, resulting in the deaths of hundreds of agents. Even the dozen Knights of the Round Table were down a man; there were currently only eleven of them.
    Fortunately Galahad and his wife were on call tonight, rather than some less experienced team, though Percival did wish Kel had been available. He felt grimly relieved when the pair stepped through Caroline’s conjured gate.
    They were a handsome couple. Galahad had that distinctive broad-shouldered swordsman’s build, with long sable hair and blue eyes. His wife had the lush, sexy body of the cheerleader she’d once been, with dark hair that complemented her big brown eyes and girl-next-door looks.
    All of which was in stark contrast to the enchanted plate armor she and Galahad wore. Caroline looked tense, while her husband wore a dark frown, his hand lingering on the hilt of his sword.
    While Caro went to work on the same tracking spell Morgana had just performed—Percival was definitely going to kick Morgana’s arse—the knights could only cool their heels.
    “You went out on a mission with Morgana
today
?” Leaning against the club’s alley door, Galahad gave them a dubious shake of the head.
    Percival eyed the other knight. A hundred years ago, Galahad and Morgana had spent a decade as lovers. Apparently, he knew something Percival didn’t. “What do you mean?”
    “Well, it’s February third.”
    “Yeah. So?”
    “Mordred’s birthday?”
    “Oh, that’s right,” Marrok said. “She always gets depressed on the anniversary.”
    Percival frowned. “That was today?”
    “Why the hell would that matter? It’s been fifteen centuries,” Cador said.
    “Jesus, Cador, he was her son,” Galahad growled.
    “He was a murdering son of a bitch.”
    “She was still his mother.”
    “I never noticed she got all that worked up about it.”
    “That’s because you’re a self-absorbed prick, and you never liked her anyway.”
    Cador glared at Galahad. “Aren’t you married, not to mention Truebonded?”
    “Drop it,” Percival growled.
    Cador, for once, decided to obey.
    Percival watched as Caroline chanted the words of her spell, trying to ignore the sick