“Yes, they are something, aren’t they, these shifters?” Elliot said.
The appetizers were brought in, and the server put one plate each in front of Austin and me.
“Here we have, mini cornbread crab cakes with a lemon-caper sauce,” she said softly.
“Thank you,” I said, setting down my glass. Cyra drifted up, on Austin’s side this time, sticking her butt in the fairly weak hologram of a man who looked old enough to be Father Time’s brother.
“Now. The subject that has been on everyone’s mind and all over social media for the past month…” Elliot pulled his hands away and leaned back, being served wherever he was. The others did the same. Once settled, he picked up utensils that didn’t show in his hologram and cut into something off screen. “Why are you here?” He smiled and popped a bit of nothing into his mouth, like a mime. The others followed suit, and suddenly I was mighty uncomfortable. Mimes had never been my favorite, although I guessed it wasn’t as big of a deal, since these guys could still talk.
Cyra finished her bite of Austin’s crab cake and tried one of mine. “Hmm.” She nodded as she chewed. “Very good. I have the best job there is.”
“Okay, but…” I picked up my fork and knife. “The wine I get, but if they poisoned the crab cakes, they could’ve poisoned only one of them, hoping it wasn’t the one you actually tried. You’d only have a one in five shot of tasting the poisoned one.”
Across the table, Burke stopped chewing mid-bite, his poison person having already been sent back to the wall behind him.
“Well spotted, Jessie—” Elliot’s voice hitched, as though he’d caught himself making a mistake. He cleared his throat into his fist. “I assume it is okay if I call you Jessie? We’re friends now, aren’t we?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Usually the first course is soup, since a person on poison duty would catch that, even with a slow-release poison. But individual morsels are more likely to make it through. Rest assured, I do not poison people that I mean to kill. It is much too simple and, quite frankly, boring. I prefer to play with my food, so to speak.”
Movement slowed and all eyes drifted to Elliot.
He wiped his mouth with an invisible napkin. “So, back to it. Why are you here? You must be incredibly curious. It’s simple: I mean to return to the magical world, and when I do, it will be with an ally. My intention is to pit myself against Momar and reclaim my title as the most powerful mage in the world.”
“You’ve been gone a long time,” the man next to Austin said. “Some might say you are out of the loop.”
“All would say that, I think,” Elliot responded.
“Which means you’ll have to build yourself back up. You’ll be vulnerable to attack in that time. I’ve seen your staff. You’re a little light on mages. There’s even a rumor going around that your head mage left.”
“Heard that, did you?” Elliot’s eyes flicked to me and then away. “He left for greener pastures, yes. I had to track him down and kill him for his disobedience. Quite the shame. Luckily, I am more than capable of taking over my lab.”
These mages clearly didn’t know I was the greener pastures. I wondered how they’d heard the rumor so stripped of detail.
“Maybe,” the man pushed, “but the fact remains that you will be vulnerable. Momar is more ruthless than you ever were. He’s not as cautious—”
“It was never caution, Rufus. It was strategy. In order to achieve a complete victory, one must crush the opposition in its entirety. Pull out the root. That takes time and planning. Otherwise your enemies will come back to haunt you. Isn’t that right, Chambers?”
The man with the bow tie’s eyebrows lowered, and I suddenly wondered which one of these guys had been responsible for ruining Broken Sue’s life. Could that be what Elliot meant?
“Momar doesn’t seem to have any trouble with his swifter approach,” Noah said with a full mouth.
“He has left severed roots all over the world,” Elliot replied. “They are under the ground, slowly growing toward the surface. They merely need to be tended before they will sprout once more.”
“Yes, well…” Rubber Band Face shook his head. “Momar took down the power players. He might have left some of the crumbs, sure, but no matter how much you tend those, they’ll never grow into…flowers or trees or whatever it is you’re talking about. They’re useless.”
Elliot grinned slyly. “That’s the difference between you and me. Between me and Momar. Big-picture thinking. Trees and flowers and ferns and critters—they have more power than you would think when you group them together and give them purpose.”
Chambers leaned his elbows on the table. “Is that the power you are hoping to amass? The failed leftovers of Momar’s battles?”