He lit one of the cigarillos wandlessly and ignored Olivia’s tut of disapproval. Harry sat back in his chair and pulled a pack of herbals from the top drawer. It was rare that they called upon the ICW for support of any kind much less some sort of investigation or mission. The WCM normally used the International Protectorate of Magic for their investigations. “We have a high priority mission from the World Court of Magic.” “Chief Warlock, good morning, are you in a private and secure location?” He counted it as one of his better choices that he’d never tried to bed her as he’d be a right mess professionally without her. His second in command immediately filled up the mirror with her pretty face and bright blue eyes. Security protocols in the room activated as he sat down at his desk. He walked into the office space of the suite after pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers and closed the door before pulling a two-way mirror from his medallion and activating it. He moved through the suite that had basically been his home for the last four years, since he’d taken a job with the International Confederation of Wizards as the Chief Warlock of the War Mages division. Then he’d brought her back to his hotel room and fucked her half the night. He’d had her once against the wall in the alley behind the bar. They’d met the night before in a bar in Rome. Harry would be only mildly ashamed to admit that he didn’t actually remember her name. He untangled himself from the woman in his bed and barely spared her a glance as he slipped away. The gentle vibration of his communications medallion woke him from a dead sleep.