Although he did get a later start than usual. He was exhausted. As soon as he’d returned after dropping Jace off, he’d been pulled into another job with two teams. It could be his imagination, but it seemed as if they were working more than usual. And the previous night had been messy, the group walking in on a sex rite that included an orgy and several human sacrifices. It had been kind of horrifying. Not the sex part. Ski wasn’t against sex magic in general. But including death in rites that usually celebrated life and pleasure was . . . strange. Something not normally done. And these weren’t Satanists, who could be all kinds of trouble. These were pagans. Of different faiths. Honestly, Ski didn’t know what to make of it all. He just knew that shutting the whole thing down before too many lives were taken had involved a lot more work than he’d expected. But seeing Jace hunched over the table, pencil in hand, deep in translation work did nothing but cheer up his morning. He felt that pang of regret again.
