Issue # 15- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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What happens next in the deadly silence of Mikel and Merrium`s standoff is the sound of his cell ringing. Her enormous scaled head tips to the left as the high pitched tones lift and carry on a cold gentle breeze.

“Want me to get that?”

Merrium bellows at Erick`s voice, pawing at the roadway like a bull reacting to the matador`s red flag.

“Go now Merrium. This is settled for the time being yes?” Mikel asks praying she would return to their stronghold in Europe and present this new wrinkle to Vestra before grinding him between her sizeable molars.

A blast escapes her nostrils, singeing his eyebrows before she opens her wings and takes flight. Mikel stands ready, every muscle tight in case she decides to engage in an aerial attack but the second eldest sister only climbs higher and higher, her shadow growing ever smaller until she disappears from his sight.

The Guardian finally lowers the Glock as his bloodied head drops backwards in relief.

“It`s for you.”

Mikel slowly brings his head up and turns it to see Erick`s still glowing hand holding his phone out to him through the hole where his windshield used to be. Dante lands on his shoulder then pecks at his hair to remove small bits of glass.

“And where were you my friend when the dragon attacked?” Mikel asks the raven who shakes his glossy ebony feathers robustly. “Hiding behind a hay bale? I don`t fault you for that,” he comments striding over to take the phone then Erick`s tattooed wrist to tug him from the wreckage.”You owe me for repairs,” he tells the young sorcerer before directing Erick to check the other vehicles nearby.

If any humans were conscious Mikel tells him, he would need to clear their memories. Leaning his still warm leather elbow to the bottom of his beloved Rover he wishes he could erase a few memories from his mind. Using the edge of his long overcoat for a rag he dabs at the wound on his forehead, just now feeling the pain in his still healing side as he places the sleek black phone to his ear.

“Rayvenwing,” he says, the plastic cold as it clatters against the mixed symbols in his earlobe.

“Mikel! Are you okay? Arapos said she saw a dragon attacking you!”

“Calm yourself witchling,” he replies warmly despite his best attempts to keep her at arm’s length.”It`s taken care of, for now. “

“I swear if one of those bitches hurt you I will charm them until they can be stand-ins for that damned Geico gecko!”Ephra snarls in his ear and he has to chuckle at the tiny things veracity. He missed her and even knowing he was the worst possible thing for her he finds himself growing hard merely hearing her voice. Damn his cursed soul.

“You are a lioness in a tabbies body little witch. All is well,” he tells her despite the turtle like Rover behind him.