“No, it doesn’t. I had complete control over it at your Penthouse in Milan and I had to wield it as a sword to get rid of those three. Plus, it was useless against that forcefield before. Brought forth, it should just incinerate everything without it touching anything and it certainly shouldn’t be so easily controlled. The real one does, and I think I know where it is.”
“Where?” everyone asks in unison.
I hold up my finger. “Remember the first dream I had after I got The Power of One?” I ask Devon, CK, and Cole.
“Canyon, orange sky, black clouds, shadows up above…” Devon recalls, counting them off on his fingers.
“Fire, invincible,” Cole adds
“The massive sword in the wall,” CK finishes up, clicking his fingers.
“Buried deep that no one could reach,” the four of us say together, much to the annoyance of everyone else in the room.
“It’s in the Dragon Realms?” Xane asks.
“No, I don’t think it is. I think it might be in The Underworld,” I say, then, “Oh, Shit! CK!”
“What?” he looks startled.
“The Dragon Realms, I was supposed to go, like, yesterday.”
“Oh, yes, so you were,” he says, not sounding too concerned, even though it was he who asked me to go.
“Tiamat will be pissed. I told Her I was coming,” I say worriedly.
“Aefre, if it bothers Her that much that you didn’t show, She can come to you.”
“But what about the book?”
“It can wait. This is far more pressing.”
“No, it can’t be in The Underworld. I would know,” Xane says.
“How would you know?” I ask.
“I just would,” he snaps at me.
“All right, keep your pants on,” I say back to him, pulling a face with a quick glance down at his very sexy black jeans. “However, I believe it may be there.”
“Well, I won’t argue with you, Your Majesty,” he inclines his head with a slight bow. I smile winningly at him.
“Only problem is, I have no idea where to start looking.” I chew my lip thoughtfully. “I will have to have a think about it. In the meantime, at least I know if this thing gets close enough to me, I can send I
t away with the fake G.I.”
“Oh, I don’t think it will like being called a fake,” Xane says.
“It doesn’t have a personality,” Devon snaps, agitated about something. “I don’t think it really cares.”
“What bit you on the arse?” I inquire with a raised eyebrow.
“I am feeling restless,” he sulks.
“You know why, don’t you?” CK says to him, with something that looks like a gleeful grin. Only CK doesn’t do gleeful. Curious...
“Do I look like I know?”
“You are thousands of miles away from your new charge. She misses you!” he exclaims with yet more glee. Glee? On CK? Most confusing.