Prue took a bite of pizza. It wasn’t nearly as hot as Phoebe had made it seem.
“I can’t imagine a missing congressman is a good thing,” Phoebe said. “But the world might be better off if this particular congressman stayed on ice for a while.”
Chapter 3
The bitter cold slapped Cole in the face the moment he faded into the ice cavern with Leo at his side. Frigid air bit into his exposed skin and right through the silk of his suit. Nothing in his current wardrobe was proper for this excursion. “Think I prefer my trips to the Underworld. At least it’s warmer. Downright hot at times, depending on what you’re doing down there.”
“We won’t be here long.” Leo wrapped his arms around himself for warmth. At least his long-sleeved flannel was slightly more appropriate for the conditions. “But yes, it was better when I had a magical ability to fend off the cold.”
“The internal warmth of the demon inside me was one small benefit of my prior existence,” Cole said. The ex-demon’s ability to teleport was one of the few powers he retained in his now undead form. His current version of a life was a far better tradeoff than when he was part-Belthazor—or carried the Source inside him. But there were times when he did miss some of the special abilities he had when he was at his most powerful. A fireball or two would have come in quite handy in this ice cave.
Cole wasn’t sure what to call himself these days. He was no longer a demon but clearly no longer mortal. He was more corporeal than a ghost, but still technically dead. “Undead” really was the most reasonable term, but that brought up images of zombies shambling along, and he still carried himself with his traditional swagger. Like Prue, he was a supernatural unicorn, incredibly rare and possibly one of a kind. It would make things difficult if he ever decided to reapply for a driver’s license, but he didn’t see many government forms in his future. He was still Cole and that was all that really mattered.
Leo was already on the move, heading down an icy tunnel into the frozen unknown. “The remaining Titans should be in the general vicinity.”
Cole followed. “Do you miss it?”
“Magic?” Leo asked as they moved through the cavern. “It came in handy at times. Complicated things at times too.”
“Not just the magic,” Cole said. “All of it. Having a calling. Being a Whitelighter. Or… I hear you were an Elder for a while too.”
“And an Avatar,” Leo said. “So we’ve got that in common. But yes, I do miss some things about the role I played in watching over the Charmed Ones. It’s a good trade-off though. Growing old with Piper. Raising our family together without the Elders constantly calling me Up There. The healing power would be nice, especially when Chris was going through his daredevil stage, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Why? Are you having trouble with your new role?”
“I’m adjusting,” Cole said as they came to a fork in the tunnels. “I’ve never been good at taking orders from someone. Just ask the Source. Oh, that’s right. You can’t. He’s gone.”
Leo moved down the tunnel on the left. “Yeah, but he’ll probably be back soon. That’s one power that refuses to stay vanquished. Kind of like you.”
“Not good company to be in,” Cole said. “But I take your point.”
“This must be the place.” The tunnel opened up in front of Leo, leading into an ice cavern that was decorated more like a hut in the middle of some kind of safari tour or an old adventure movie.
A wooden platform had been built on the snowy ground. The table standing on it held a large book of magic, even bigger than the Charmed Ones’ Book of Shadows. In the corner, someone had strung up a hammock as makeshift living quarters under an old umbrella that probably did little to keep ice from falling on them while they slept. Torches were stuck in the snow and lanterns hung from the walls. The magic that