Chapter 12Dane pulled out his flask again in the car and drank, not placing his hands on the steering wheel. Not yet. Not when they were shaking so much. Sean grabbed the alcohol from him and helped himself as Ned appeared again and yawned.
“Got them. This Percival twist is new.”
“Do you think he’s doing it?” asked Sean. “Percival’s setting the traps? It would explain the easy access to all the sites—including Seth’s office.”
“He’s capable,” said Ned. “I didn’t realize he had so much control over his form and magic, but if he does, he can certainly pull it off. And if he can’t alone, his assistance would move things along quickly.”
“Dane?” asked Sean.
Dane took the flask back.
“I’ll burn the fucker.”
“Pretty sure I’m not supposed to let you do that. He is—was—is a member of my Guild
