will do as I say, but I can’t make Laurel do anything, and she won’t help us.
There’s been too much bad blood over the years.”
“Maybe not my aunt, but I might be able to twist my cousin’s arm.”
Jaxson gave a bitter laugh. “The lead distributor of wolfsbane in the
world? I guarantee he’s not going to help, if he even knows how to do
anything else but blow things up.”
Images of the weapons manufacturing operation flooded my mind, and
my stomach twisted. But I knew deep down that my cousin was better than
that. He had to be. I’d seen it.
I could make this happen.
“You don’t know him,” I growled defensively.
Sam, who was still on the phone—but apparently monitoring our
conversation—just rolled her eyes.
Jaxson rose and stalked to the side of the room. “I know enough.”
Pangs of protectiveness shot through me, and I snarled. “It literally can’t
hurt to ask. And if he doesn’t know how to do it, maybe he knows someone
who does.”
I held my breath as Jaxson considered. His pack wasn’t going to like this.
They were in danger because of a LaSalle, and now the only way they were
going to be able to sleep safely was in the middle of a LaSalle’s hex.
Finally, Jaxson stirred. “Do it. Ask.”
“Give me your phone.” He handed it over, and I dialed Casey as I
swiveled around on my stool.
Ragged breathing came across the line as he picked up. “Laurent, you
motherfucker, is Savy with you?”
What was Casey doing? Running a marathon?
“Hey, Case, it’s me. I’m borrowing Jaxson’s phone.”
“Where the hell are you?”
I put my finger in my ear to block the sounds of Sam on the other line,
talking to Neve. “I’m in Dockside. And I need your help with some magic.”