The Trouble With Trying to Save an Assassin (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #2)

by Jennifer Cody

I walk to Dakota and take his hand and immediately get a static electric shock. “Ground yourself, boys,” he instructs us as his starry black eyes go blank and he accesses his magic. I grab the nearest metal object, which is the poker for the fireplace. Bellamy grabs one of the other tools—no I don’t know the names of the fireplace tools. I’m not an expert on luxury tools and, yes, a fireplace poker is a luxury item because it means you have a fireplace, i.e. a home. I’ve only recently acquired an actual home, and that came with my boyfriend, and no, I am not quite used to the whole roof-over-my-head thing. It’s only been like eight weeks. I’m allowed to take my time getting used to not being a homeless squatter. Dakota’s brow furrows and his focus comes back to me. “Your ward is fine, but the connection to Bellamy’s has been severed. He’s no longer under your protection as an Acolyte.” “What do you mean? I’m still his Acolyte. I didn’t quit.” The note of panic in Bellamy’s voice is hidden behind his usual cool tones, but I’ve been living with him for months, and I know my kid; he’s upset about this. I release Dakota’s hand and take Bellamy’s, assuring him with touch that he’s mine no matter what the magic that connects us does. “No, I saw that. You are still his Acolyte. The magic that connects you to his ward has been severed. I’ve seen this before; hell, I’ve done this before. If you consume enough nutmeg on a daily basis for a sustained period of time, it will erode you...