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“Do you have your phone?” I asked.

He stepped back and frowned. “Pardon?”

I glanced down at the bulge in his pocket, pulled out his mobile, and activated its home screen.

“What is that?” he asked.

“It’s how supernaturals communicate with each other in the twenty-first century.”

“An advanced form of a mirror?” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, tucked me into his side, and sniffed at my hair.

Shivers ran across my skin, making me squirm. Trying my best to ignore the affectionate wolf, I continued down the hallway while tapping commands into the phone. According to the Phileas Fogg website, Atlantis had a train station and a direct route to London Central.

Beki barked a question.

I shook my head. “What’s the point of calling Ophois when Griff can’t return to Shifter City? Even if he’s not at risk of bursting into flames, that thing inside him still wants to erode the walls.”

My wolf deflated.

“We’ll work something out.” I booked us a ticket to London.

Griff and I followed the signs t