Page 70 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Ironically, they’d been talking about that, but now they had confirmation that he was back doing what he did best.

EVIL.

“Your wife just said that,” Honor admitted. “Well, that and she’d found out some things about Wynter.”

She kept it vague so as not to hurt Ridge.

He looked as if he was barely holding on. His head was on Lucian’s shoulder as he was leaning against his body.

Silently.

And they let him have that.

“I concur,” Raven said. “You don’t bring twenty PIs to a paranormal knife fight. You bring some psychics, witches, and a couple of cops to do the legwork.”

Avalon nodded.

“Like I was saying, Lucian and I can fight this in the static. If Ridge can go in,” she began, but was cut off.

By Lucian.

“He won’t be. Ridge is sidelined until his mental wellbeing is better. I will NOT risk him in the static if this thing tries to take him next.”

And that said it all.

The bigger man had laid his claim to the man, and how he was going to protect him.

“I’ll go in with you, but he won’t be with me. You’ll have to help me navigate it.”

Avalon nodded, but in that moment, she knew he’d just chosen the path she didn’t want him on. All the work she’d done to save Lucian’s life was slowly unraveling in front of her. If Ridge didn’t go in, Lucian wouldn’t survive.

She now saw his death.

And couldn’t stop it.

Instead of arguing, she gave this to him and hoped she’d be able to save his life.

Now, she had to make different plans to do just that.

“Then, if the two cops and my husband work the case, and Raven and his partner in this work the magick, we should find this person. Then, Maura and Jagger will handle it.”

No one spoke.

Why?

That seemed to be for the best.

Because she didn’t want to not say what she was thinking, Bex raised her hand.

“I still want to help. I can do it from home, like I said. I can make calls, I can babysit the dead, or I can do whatever it takes. I want to help my husband. If he and Booth have to work magick, I’ll make sure they are okay.”

Booth went there.

“And my wife is going to put on a goddamn protective pentacle now, isn’t she?” he asked, not mincing words. “Because if she tries to fight me on this, she’ll be the first one with a tattoo in the morning.”

Uh, what?

She didn’t want to know what that meant, so instead of fighting her very twitchy witch, Honor gave in.