“I don’t know how to help you with that,” Eva said as they slipped into the bedroom. “Although, Anderson is going to be summoning a lot of demons. I got my eyes from a demon, maybe you could shop around?”
Nel shook her head. “Eyes used by the Elysium Order aren’t just your everyday eyes. They’re rare foci, magical implements, and capable of generating their own magic. Grown, not found. Implanting one into a mundane human will allow them to use magic.”
Turning to a cabinet, Nel pulled out a small burner. Zoe had teleported the two of them back to Idaho shortly after the demon hunters had fled. They managed to recover all their belongings from the motel.
Well, most of their belongings. Devon’s truck was still out there.
Eva had no intention to return for it. Whatever vampires had survived could take it as a gift for all she cared.
“Augurs aren’t hunted down just because we can spy on just about anything—though that is part of it—the eyes implanted within my body are worth more than any other single artifact owned by the Order.”
“Your problem isn’t the eyes though. That’s the Elysium Order’s problem.”
Pausing with a small glass jar in her hand, Nel raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”
“You just want a working arm, right?” Eva held up her own hand, looking it over as she showed it off to Nel. “Arachne’s limbs have been quite handy. They don’t look human, but other demons do. Catherine’s arms look normal most of the time.”
So Eva said, but she doubted that Catherine would be willing to part with an arm. Even if she could regenerate it without much trouble.
Nel balked. Her face took on a sickly pallor. “You want me to cut off my arm?”
“You were just talking about putting eyes into your arm,” Eva said, voice flat. “Now you get all shocked?”
“Putting things in my arm is a far cry from chopping it off.”
Eva shook her head. Her own limb issue had been forced for her hands, but she had willingly taken on Arachne’s legs. Maybe her perspective was skewed.
“Your choice,” Eva eventually said with a shrug.
With a shake of her head, Nel knelt down next to an altar at the side of the room. She pulled a slightly curled brown hair from the jar and threw it up in front of her, letting it float in the air. With her gemstone focus, she sparked the frankincense.
It didn’t take long for the air to fill with piny-citrus scent that was so common around the augur.
As she settled down to perform her auguring, Eva double-checked her surroundings. She
Everyone was still where they were supposed to be. Alicia in her half of the room and the rest in the living room. The neighbors were going about their regular business. A woman and a child playing with toys on one side. A man fixing a car out in the garage of another house. None seemed to be spying on Zoe’s house.
“Not sure what I’m seeing,” Nel said, eyes closed as she leaned over the frankincense burner. She took a few slow and careful breaths before leaning back. “Maybe nothing at all?”
“Nothing? What do you mean, nothing?”
Nel opened her eyes, glancing over to Eva. “Probably not something to worry about. Sister Cross would often disappear for hours on end.”
“The same thing that Sawyer did?”
“No. Sawyer was like he didn’t exist. The only evidence of him was a shroud of darkness. Sister Cross exists—or rather, Shalise does—but I can’t see exactly where she is.”
“So what does that mean?” Juliana asked. “You used to be able to find her, right?”
Nel held out her hands, palms up.
“No. Try again. Shrugging this off isn’t going to help it.”
“I don’t–” Nel cut herself off with a sigh. Leaning over her altar, she breathed in a deep breath. “There’s just nothing. I see where they might have been several minutes ago. A sort of campsite out in a forest. Two tents, a fire pit, a wooden bench. Nobody around though.”
Lips curling into a frown, Nel tapped a finger against her altar. “There is one thing odd. What looks like canned food is sitting out. Not near the fire, but it had to have been at one point. I can see steam coming out of the can.”
“Like it had been abandoned recently?”
“Maybe.”
“Alright. Figure out where it is. I’m going to grab Zoe. If it is a false alarm, we can leave peacefully—maybe rekidnap Shalise if she wants—otherwise, better to be safe than sorry.”
Out Camping
Just as Nel had described, the camp was deserted.
Halfway around the world, a small forest held a small camp. Two small-sized tents occupied a small clearing. A fire pit in the center still had some smoldering embers amidst plenty of ash.
