Sorsha raised her eyebrows. “It seems you’re short on patience as well,
but I’ll bite.” She stood and sauntered over to the bookshelf along the back
wall, dragging her fingers over the spines. “The year was 1992. I was young
and experimenting with all sorts of drugs. You know how that goes.” She
glanced over her shoulder at me and winked.
Um, no, lady, I don’t. I smiled and nodded.
Her fingers stopped on a black leather tome, and she pulled it out.
“Anyway, on one of my vision quests, I met an entity in a place of dreams.
She was alluring and powerful, very persuasive, so I agreed to help her.”
“What does this have to do with the grimoire?” Jaxson asked, his patience
all but extinguished.
Keeping my eyes and smile locked on Sorsha, I slid my hand over the
couch and squeezed his thigh to shut him up. Jaxson tensed, and I felt his
gaze burning on my neck while I pondered how muscular his quad felt under
my grip. Shit.
Luckily, Sorsha was lost in her story and didn’t notice the exchange. “An
entity named Cavra is the author of the grimoire. She said she had beautiful
mysteries that she wanted to share with the world, but she needed a vessel.
She dictated the work, and I transcribed it.”
“And you just obliged?” Jaxson growled.
“I told you, she was persuasive, and I was young and enraptured with the
magical world.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I might be able to help you for
the right price.”
She leaned forward and handed me the black book.
The rich leather was smooth and smelled of patchouli, and a silver
bookmark peeked out from the middle. Instinctively, I opened it to the
marked page, and shivers raised the hairs on my arms. A forested scene rose
from the pages, veiled in shadows of blue and green and silver. It looked like
a painting from a children’s fantasy story.
“If you agree, I can get you to the Dreamlands, where you’ll find Cavra. I