Maybe this is Neith? Maybe she’s worked out a way to use her magic to get us when she wants us?
I frown. I wouldn’t mind that at all, but it would probably be easier for her to use a phone, and this doesn’t feel like Neith’s magic. Despite the short amount of time that she has had her magic for, I am familiar with the way that it feels.
It doesn’t feel like any of the other guys either, and the more that it pulls me through the hallways, the more certain I am that it’s something to do with my magic.
I think.
When we get to the doors of the library, it doesn’t wait for me to open them, nope, it throws them open dramatically, causing them to crash against the wall, and my eyebrows hit my hairline.
“What the hell?” Griff exclaims, looking up from where he’s reading a book and not packing like he should be.
“Careful of the doors, man,” Raiden exclaims, looking pissed as hell.
“It’s not me,” I reply as I’m pulled into the room.
“What do you mean it’s not you? Who else could it be?” Raiden retorts.
Griff frowns as I’m pulled past them.
“Something is pulling his shirt, look,” Griff points out as he gets up and follows me, Raiden quickly doing the same.
“What’s going on?” Raiden asks, all signs of his previous anger gone.
I shrug, “I’m not really fucking sure. It started in my workroom and has pulled me all the way here. I think it’s something to do with my magic, but my magic has never behaved like this, and I can’t be entirely sure that it is my magic.”
“What do we do?” Griff asks.
Raiden frowns, “I guess we see where it’s leading him.”
“What if it’s leading me somewhere dangerous?” I ask.
Griff raises his eyebrows, “You didn’t sleep last night, did you?”
I shake my head, “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“There’s nowhere dangerous in Raiden’s library, and even if there was, we’d deal with it like we always do,” he replies, and Raiden nods. “And you love everything that’s dangerous.”
“Yeah, okay, good point,” I admit.
I’m pulled through the maze of shelves to the furthest back corner of the library, and one that I can quite honestly say I have never been in.
The magic holding my shirt suddenly lets go, and I stumble back into the guys, who thankfully steady us all before we end up in a pile on the floor.
“Alright, so it’s led you here, but why?” Griff asks.
“For a book, I’m going to assume, but I have no idea which one or why. None of the books in this section has anything to do with anything that’s happening at the moment,” Raiden replies as he studies the shelves.
Before I can say anything, a book flies off the shelf and straight toward me, smacking me in the forehead.
“Ow, fuck,” I growl as I barely manage to catch the offending book before it hits the floor.
Raiden and Griff burst out laughing as I stand there holding the book in one hand and rubbing my forehead with the other one, that fucking hurt.
“It’s not that funny,” I grumble, which only seems to make them laugh more.
After a moment, Raiden says, still smiling, “I’m sorry, man, are you okay?”
I nod and try not to look amused as I reply, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
