Ghost of Glasgow: Immortal Stonekeeper Case Files #2 (2023) Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Now You Don’t

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“Will you stop pacing around already?” Anya stopped abruptly, forcing herself to slump onto a chair. Her legs started trembling, so she stood up before sitting down again. And then a slender hand touched her shoulder gently. “Jon’s a smart man. He’ll be fine.” Lucy gave her a warm smile. “Besides, he’s quite literally invulnerable. I don’t think anything can even remotely come close to hurting him.” “I have a bad feeling about this.” Anya shook her head. “There are too many loose ends, too many unanswered questions. I’m afraid he’s walking into a trap.” Lucy’s expression darkened as well. “You’re not alone. I feel it too…” she whispered. “I have a sinister feeling about all this. It’s so odd; I’ve never felt a hunch like this before.” A cold breeze wafted in as Angus opened the door from behind them, holding a tray of bottles. “A cell has been prepared for Morevia Wright,” he stated matter-of-factly. “We will decide what to do after she has answered all our questions. So until then… Drinks, anyone?” “Are you even old enough to drink?” Anya uncorked a bottle of liquor, laughing slightly. “Technically, I’m over eight hundred years old.” Angus was drinking straight from the bottle. “Don’t let this eighteen-year-old body fool you.” He offered another bottle to Lucy, who refused it with a small pout. “How very considerate of you.” The vampire poured out the alcohol into a glass instead, her voice laced with sarcasm. “These bottles are made of silver.” Anya glanced at the bottles, finally realising that Lucy did not have a reflection on any of them. “My bad…” Angus chuckled dryly. The supernatural beings’ voices faded into the background as Anya shivered again. It was right in the middle of summer, and they were deep in the middle of a building. Where was this wind coming from? Her hand grasped the empty air in front of her chest absentmindedly, before falling back into her lap. God, she felt so vulnerable without her magic necklace. It didn’t help that the Witch Market needed two more weeks to make and deliver another relic to her. A voice whispered in her ear. “Did you guys hear that?” Anya jumped out of her seat, turning around frantically. She glanced at Lucy and Angus, who had also stopped drinking. “It wasn’t a hunch…” Lucy breathed as fangs popped out of her gums. “It’s real. Something else is here.” Angus stood up, colour fading from his irises and white diluting his hair. Wispy traces of bluish light magic peeked from underneath his skin. The wine bottles exploded without warning. Lucy yelped, stumbling back as a large piece of silver lodged itself in her chest. Wind howled as though a category five hurricane was tearing through the room. Anya’s heart raced with fear; she recognised this. “ Who goes there? ” Angus roared, although his voice was barely audible over the sound of the wind. His body swelled to twice its size, as long, silvery hair draped over his now scaly body. All hints of blood fled from his complexion. Every trace of humanity retreated from his youthful looks as magic thundered down from his face, coating his body in a turbulent bluish glow. Anya’s third eye flashed in warning. “Angus, behind you!” — Was what she would’ve screamed, but something had frozen her in place. Her eyes flitted down. A paralysing coldness washed over her body as her shadow quite literally crawled up her legs. Anya screamed silently in discomfort again; it felt like an army of spiders was crawling over her whole body. A blue beam of light narrowly missed her. Angus was throwing out magic beams at some kind of spirit visible only to a third eye. But it was darting around at an alarming speed, and the fae’s magic only seemed to be able to move in a straight line. Anya could only watch on in horror as it dived into the bottles on the table. Alcohol leaked onto the ground, accompanied by the piercing sound of shattering silver. A few of them found their way into Lucy’s body, incapacitating her as she clutched her side in pain. Fire burs