While Seb did the tracking spell, I called Mike and Thruor. Mike couldn’t get away, but Thruor promised to be there with transportation as soon as she could.

I paced while waiting. I didn’t like waiting while they got further and further away, but we did need transport. And Seb probably needed first aid, but Kanesha was taking care of that.

Pace. Why had…because, I realized, they’d lost their spirit bomb maker. Maybe they thought they could force Will to do it.

Or maybe they intended to burn him as a heretic. That would be sweet irony coming from people who thought of themselves as the spiritual descendants of the Maid of Lorraine. But also very human irony. People really didn’t always have any sense.

Then Thruor was there with two bikes. She took Seb behind her…we all knew asking him to stay behind was a waste of time. I hopped onto the second, patting the handlebars.

“I’ll direct,” Seb called then tugged on his helmet, somewhat muffling his voice. It didn’t matter as long as Thruor could hear him.

Then we set off. I had a sense of urgency…that thought about burning people at the stake…but we had to be somewhat careful. If we wrecked, it would take even longer to get there. Still, even the blistering pace Thruor was setting seemed too slow. “I’m really tired of people getting kidnapped,” I grumbled.

“Me too. It seems to happen with regularity.”

Which I had to do something about. But I couldn’t actually protect Father William. He didn’t belong to me. And if his guardian angel was asleep on the job…

…well. I could help out by beating people up. I could do that. I doubted the angel was really “asleep,” though. They had to have limits, after all. I had limits. Maybe it was tired from helping deal with the spirit bomb maker.

Or worse. A worse I didn’t want to think about. Although I wouldn’t want to piss off their boss any more than I would want to piss off Odin. Maybe I was more afraid of Odin.

Yeah. Actually, I was a lot more afraid of Odin.

But then Thruor was slowing up. “Sebastian, are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“This is a brothel.”

“Where else would you not expect to find a priest? Or maybe they plan on making him…intentionally uncomfortable.”

He had a point, but… “I can’t imagine them using one.”
Thruor shrugged. “Probably the same thing. You can’t, so nobody else can either. Let me do the talking here.”
She tugged off her helmet and headed for the door. I glanced at Kanesha then followed.

A brothel. Really?