Chapter 6: Visitors
Miles immediately collapsed into one of the velvet armchairs in the living room, vest, pack, and all. “Well hot damn. Rich don’t even begin to cover it. And here I thought them Highland Park houses were somethin’.”
Cole snorted. “One percent versus point one, dude. And that’s not even factoring the magic mirrors.”
“Yeah? Hell, I bet they probably got some fancy-ass Victorian bidet in the bathroom too. Slap a water rune on there, shoot it right up your ass.”
Ethan tore himself away from the temperature runes. “Wouldn’t you like to know. Bet you’re wondering if there’s a pressure setting, too.”
“Aw, hell,” Miles chuckled, raising up his arms. “C’mon now, that’s all you. I ain’t think up that shit; you did.”
Cole grinned, absently channeling that warmth he was starting to get used to. He formed a flat barrier almost subconsciously, about waist high. He moved it around. Huh; it might actually make transportation easier, if he could keep it steady.
He lifted his pack onto the surface. It held, but getting it across was another story, like trying to carry a full cup of coffee without spilling. By the time he managed to float it over to the couch, his forehead was damp with sweat.
“Show off.” Miles formed his own barrier. His pack slid right off the tilted surface. “Well shit.”
Ethan’s attempt almost made it onto a couch before his barrier yawed to the side, dumping his pack onto the floor. “Easy making it, damn hard keeping it steady.”