Part 2
"We're going to be so dead when Dagan finds out, you know," Reiko pointed out, and not for the first time.
Jelana was of course, well aware of that. Dagan had never mentioned *anything* about a coven of witches being at the university. She had been prepared for lots of people being around, but a *coven* ?
The students were supposed to be normal humans, they weren't supposed to believe in magic or had any knowledge that the damn art existed.
"And if you hadn't fallen for that stupid witch none of this would have happened," she snapped. They sat in her car outside Dagan's apartment building in Upstate New York, neither wanting to get out and face their boss. Two attractive blonde in fur coats were coming out the building into a waiting limo.
"Well at least we know he's not busy," Reiko observed, folding his arms.
Jelana's eyes rolled. She opened her visor, looking in the mirror there, making sure she looked confident on the outside, even though her insides felt like they were on fire. Her dark brown hair fell in loose curls to her shoulders, her olive complexion was smooth, her green eyes were nervous, darting around, but at least her mascara wasn't smudged.
"Come on," she said, smoothing down her long black leather skirt. "We might as well get this over and done with."
Reiko nodded and got out the car. The doorman let them in. Reiko was making annoying noises with his lips as the lift took them up to Dagan's penthouse. Somehow Jelana managed not to kill him.
"You didn't get it, did you?"
Jelana gritted her teeth, trying to figure it out. Why was Dagan so scary? He appeared to just be like any normal snotty rich boy. Nicely muscled from hours of working out and exclusive health clubs and gyms, dressed in expensive top designer clothes, blond hair perfectly styled, casual, easy going smile. But looks weren't everything.
"Not exactly. There were difficulties we didn't see," Jelana explained.
The *presence* Dagan had, the power, spoke much louder than his appearance. You didn't expect rich, A-class New Yorkers to be warlocks. Then again, you didn't expect a group of islanders to be a coven of witches, either.
"And the difficulties?"
"There's a coven of witches there," Reiko answered.
Dagan blinked. "Coven? Jessica Caldwell wasn't part of any coven. She should have been easy, so where the hell is the Century's Star?"
"We didn't manage to find it because of the coven," Jelana shot a glare at Reiko.
Dagan's eyes rolled, purple energy crackled between his fingers. Jelana heard Reiko drawing in a breath of alarm. "She used carnelian, I'm sure of it," Reiko said quickly.
Dagan snickered. "And that just proves how weak you are if the bitch snared you with a crystal. It's very pathetic." He raised the hand and a flash of the purple magic shot out, consuming Reiko as he screamed, before vanishing completely.
Jelana had to force herself not to react. Dagan turned to smile at her. "Now I take it you don't want to end up like he did?"
Jelana shook her head. "I can get you the Century's Star, I can."
"Good. I need it. You know that." A long, elegant finger stroked her cheek, almost tenderly. "Don't disappoint me again."
Jelana nodded, able to breathe normally again once she was out the building and out his presence. She had promised him the Century's Star, problem was, she had no clue how she was going to actually *get* the damn thing.
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"We're going to be so dead when Dagan finds out, you know," Reiko pointed out, and not for the first time.
Jelana was of course, well aware of that. Dagan had never mentioned *anything* about a coven of witches being at the university. She had been prepared for lots of people being around, but a *coven* ?
The students were supposed to be normal humans, they weren't supposed to believe in magic or had any knowledge that the damn art existed.
"And if you hadn't fallen for that stupid witch none of this would have happened," she snapped. They sat in her car outside Dagan's apartment building in Upstate New York, neither wanting to get out and face their boss. Two attractive blonde in fur coats were coming out the building into a waiting limo.
"Well at least we know he's not busy," Reiko observed, folding his arms.
Jelana's eyes rolled. She opened her visor, looking in the mirror there, making sure she looked confident on the outside, even though her insides felt like they were on fire. Her dark brown hair fell in loose curls to her shoulders, her olive complexion was smooth, her green eyes were nervous, darting around, but at least her mascara wasn't smudged.
"Come on," she said, smoothing down her long black leather skirt. "We might as well get this over and done with."
Reiko nodded and got out the car. The doorman let them in. Reiko was making annoying noises with his lips as the lift took them up to Dagan's penthouse. Somehow Jelana managed not to kill him.
"You didn't get it, did you?"
Jelana gritted her teeth, trying to figure it out. Why was Dagan so scary? He appeared to just be like any normal snotty rich boy. Nicely muscled from hours of working out and exclusive health clubs and gyms, dressed in expensive top designer clothes, blond hair perfectly styled, casual, easy going smile. But looks weren't everything.
"Not exactly. There were difficulties we didn't see," Jelana explained.
The *presence* Dagan had, the power, spoke much louder than his appearance. You didn't expect rich, A-class New Yorkers to be warlocks. Then again, you didn't expect a group of islanders to be a coven of witches, either.
"And the difficulties?"
"There's a coven of witches there," Reiko answered.
Dagan blinked. "Coven? Jessica Caldwell wasn't part of any coven. She should have been easy, so where the hell is the Century's Star?"
"We didn't manage to find it because of the coven," Jelana shot a glare at Reiko.
Dagan's eyes rolled, purple energy crackled between his fingers. Jelana heard Reiko drawing in a breath of alarm. "She used carnelian, I'm sure of it," Reiko said quickly.
Dagan snickered. "And that just proves how weak you are if the bitch snared you with a crystal. It's very pathetic." He raised the hand and a flash of the purple magic shot out, consuming Reiko as he screamed, before vanishing completely.
Jelana had to force herself not to react. Dagan turned to smile at her. "Now I take it you don't want to end up like he did?"
Jelana shook her head. "I can get you the Century's Star, I can."
"Good. I need it. You know that." A long, elegant finger stroked her cheek, almost tenderly. "Don't disappoint me again."
Jelana nodded, able to breathe normally again once she was out the building and out his presence. She had promised him the Century's Star, problem was, she had no clue how she was going to actually *get* the damn thing.
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