Page 36 of Beauty At Stake
“And there were metal shelves in rows holding boxes,” Losuc went on. “I think they had symbols on them.”
“Symbols?” I asked. “Like runes or something magical?”
“No, like the humans use to represent things. Symbols. Pictures, sometimes with words.”
“Logos!” Killian shouted.
“A brand logo?” I asked Losuc.
“Yes, logo.”
“Do you remember what the symbol looked like?”
Losuc thought again.
We watched him, all of us holding our breath.
“It was leaves, I think. Or maybe wings. No, leaves. In a circle like a wreath. Within the circle were letters. Or maybe just one letter. I'm not sure.”
“Holy shit,” Killian whispered. “Do you know what this means?”
“It's not a single Witch behind this,” I said.
Together, Killian and I concluded, “It's a corporation.”
Chapter Fourteen
I questioned Losuc a little more about his memories of the Witch and anything he might have seen around her. The only other tidbit he could recall was a big, black book. We assumed it was her spellbook.
“I've got to release him now,” I said.
Star nodded. “Give me a moment. I need to think about this.”
“About what? He's innocent. And I think he wants to help. You heard his answers. I didn't have to draw them forth as I do when interrogating an unwilling person.”
“Yes, I caught that. But that Witch is going to summon him again, Seren. I could protect him from that. But then she's just going to summon someone else. I need a moment to think this through.”
“Shit. He has a point,” Killian said.
“What do you know about summoning?” Raza asked.
“Good question.” Star leaned back against a worktable. “It's not something I've studied because there was no reason to.” Then he straightened. “I'll bet Lucifer has something about it in his library.” He rushed out of the room.
My husbands looked at me.
I grimaced and looked at Losuc. “Losuc, do you need to use the restroom?”
“No.”
“Okay. You tell me if you do. We're figuring this out and after we do, I'll release you. You're not in trouble anymore. We know you're innocent. So don't be afraid. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“I hope he understands that, somewhere beneath the crossing,” I muttered.
Killian rubbed my back. “He does, babe. And I'm sure he's grateful that you, and not his king, conducted his interrogation.”
“I feel awful for him now. He's a victim, and he might have to continue to play that role.”
