retrieve burning coins from a campfire with his bare hands simply by believing he could do it.
His dad had given Jarvis the skills to survive Angelica, and it was right that his dad had gone on to such success.
“Maybe your brother’s going on a walkabout. You know, finding his meaning in life.” Blaine Underhill III, the insanely love-sick warrior who’d spearheaded their escape from the Den two weeks ago, poked his head into the shed. When Blaine had heard about Jarvis’s quest, he’d hauled ass to catch up to Jarvis and provide that team support they all prided themselves in.
It was the first time Blaine had been more than a hundred yards away from his woman since they’d hooked up, and Jarvis was well aware that only some serious concern about Jarvis’s future would have dragged Blaine away from her. He’d been surprised when Blaine had caught up to him, but it had felt damn good to know that Blaine was still his teammate even when he was shacking up with a woman. Trinity wasn’t going to destroy Blaine, and Jarvis was glad as hell about that. He grinned at the lover boy. “You sure you remember how to function without Trinity holding your hand?”
“She’s having a girls’ day. Reina’s in some sort of trouble, and Trinity had to help her.” Blaine shrugged. “Figured I might as well save you instead.”
“Reina’s in trouble?” Jarvis looked sharply at Blaine, his grip tightening around his sword. “What’s wrong?”
“No clue. Trinity wouldn’t tell me, so I figure it’s a female thing.” Blaine rolled his eyes. “I know we were trained to go those places, but I’m happy to pretend I have no clue about girl things.”
Jarvis’s blade began to glow, and dark anger pulsed through him. “What if it’s not a female thing? What if they can’t handle it?”
“You questioning my ability to take care of my woman?” Blaine held up a fist, and a ball of flame appeared in his hand. “Because I’d have to kick the shit out of you for that.”
“I’m not worried about Trinity.” Jarvis kicked aside the cot with a little more force than he’d intended. “But who’s got Reina’s back?”
“Reina?” Blaine’s eyebrows shot up, and he extinguished the flame. “The woman works for Death. I think she’s got things covered.”
“She’s not as tough as she pretends she is.” After all, she hadn’t been able to knock him out, had she? What if she ran into something else she couldn’t handle? He’d felt the tension she carried in her body, and he knew she wasn’t as together as she liked to pretend. Reina was afraid. Of what? He suddenly needed to know. Now. “She’s not like us. She needs protection.”
A slow grin spread over Blaine’s face. “Shit, man, you’ve noticed she’s a woman, haven’t you? With one rocking bod, too.”
Jarvis stopped in surprise. Was that what it was? Hell, no. He was too fucking smart for that. “I’m just watching your back. If something happens to Reina because you didn’t interfere, your girl will ride your ass to the end of hell and back.”
Blaine paled. “Shit. You’re right. I gotta get back there.”
Jarvis nodded and relaxed his grip on his sword. Next stop, Reina. They would make sure she was all right. “I’ll go with you.”
Blaine nodded in acknowledgment. They were always a team. No one went it alone. Which was why Blaine didn’t take off to go after his woman right away, but looked around the shed instead, albeit with more impatience than he’d had two minutes ago. “Where’s your damn brother? Saving the world, one love bug at a time?”
“Cam’s not motivated enough to go on an international tour. He waits for the adulation to come to him. He’s got to be around here.” Jarvis ducked back outside again, feeling even antsier to find his brother, take care of business, and get the hell out and help Blaine find Reina. And Trinity, of course. He knew what Trinity and Reina were like, and the odds of them