Gareth wiped his hands on a cloth and carefully screwed the lid on a glass jar full of ochre powder. “Amulet of non–detection. Remember that one you gave me last summer so I could fly into Cyelle without setting off the wards? You said it allowed me to travel in an interdimensional rift.” “I remember. What are you trying to do with it, though? That may not be the best magical object for this application.” I hesitated, watching the sorcerer label the jar with bold, black elven script and put it on the shelf behind him. How much information could I trust him with? It’s not like Gareth had daily dealings with angels, and so far he’d been the soul of discretion. Plus, I was worried that if I held something back, whatever I got would wind up not working. Having a whole pack of werewolves and a really pissed off vampire after me because I’d gotten their Nephilim dusted wasn’t worth the risk of not telling Gareth the whole juicy story. “I’m trying to sneak a Nephilim about forty miles to my house, then return her home without angels detecting her.”
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