"You need to test it, but it reads like the original," Tamer said.
Tamer was serious, but Gabriel wasn't about to take him up on it when his own dealers were ditching him.
I'm going to pick up more compasses from Tamer, Gabe said.
I visited dear Tamer and spent most of the day with him and his records.
He then called a portal to visit Tamer, the Immortal making the soul compasses.
The keeper of ancient Immortal histories, Tamer was able to read scripts from the time-before-time.
The door to the secret library was open, as if Tamer expected him.
Muscular and dark-skinned, Tamer was hunched over the table in the center of the room, putting the final magic touches on a new compass.
Tamer had translated them, but they meant little to Gabriel.
"Alright. Here's another," Tamer said and held out the compass.
Tamer motioned to his library.
Tamer rustled through a notebook.
"I saw something in an ancient text," Tamer mumbled.
These in the middle, I'm guessing about, Tamer said, circling half the images he'd drawn.
Tamer rolled his eyes then smiled.
Tamer shook his head at the mention of Rhyn.
"I'll bring him and –" "Tamer," Gabriel said instantly.
I'll go grab Tamer and meet you in the portal room in Hell.
"Tamer," he said to the small man behind the counter.
I might have a later text with similar symbols I can use to trace the roots of the writing, Tamer answered.
Tamer's gift: He was the keeper of the Immortal histories, records not even Rhyn knew about, that only Tamer could read with his magic.
Tamer asked over his shoulder.
As much as the brothers hated one another, Rhyn and Tamer were too similar for Gabe to feel anything but amused by the open hostility.
Tamer continued to a locked door on the other side of the foyer.
Gabe paced as Tamer climbed a ladder to tablets stacked at the top of one limestone shelf.
"You're making me edgy," Tamer snapped.
Tamer descended, one cracked tablet in hand.
Whatever Tamer saw, he did not.
"The writing on this is from the time-before-time," Tamer said, motioning to the compass.
A letter in one place might mean something completely different somewhere else, Tamer explained.
Tamer held out his hand.
His three other half brothers were already present and waiting, Erik pacing, Kiki at the table, and Tamer busy with his PDA.
"I don't believe any of this nonsense," Tamer insisted.
When they left Deidre's apartment, Andre was headed to ask his half-brother, Tamer, for help researching histories for more information.
If Tamer didn't find the tidbit of history from the time-before-time about forced soul extraction, the plan was never going to have more than a five percent chance of working, even with Wynn.
He went to Tamer first.
"I wasn't expecting you," Tamer called from the third floor balcony.
Tamer hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, appearing as if he'd leapt out of bed the moment the wards alerted him.
Gabe knew without touching his mind that Tamer wasn't the one who had betrayed him.
Tamer took it then handed it back.
"I heard a rumor," Tamer said.
Tamer shot him a look.