essed into her hand without ceremony. Reinforced walls, no windows, furniture that looked comfortable enough to be
her than merely visit, and Elena wondered, not for the first time that night, how many other peopl
lena said, the moment the
e, for
et to decide
nt Adrian, the one from the parking lot, controlled and precise and entirely uninterested in negotiation. "This isn't about control, Elena. It's about
t a pri
usal to dress the truth up made it land harder than gentler words would have. "I'd rather y
he to you?
close enough to Isolde to know exactly how t
ne sentence and slamming the door
the room to the window, checking the street below out of habit rather than expectation. "I'm not trying to keep
ation than float along not knowing wh
omething like respect flickerin
h to argue further, a
lighting along the baseboards. Somewhere above them, an alarm began sounding through the building, and Adrian'
behi
s happ
inside th
to reach, and the figure that stepped out of it was not smoke and shadow this time. It was a man, ordinary looking, dressed
nce in a blur that ended with the intruder slammed again
rian said, and it
t Adrian, fixing on Elena with an attention that made her skin crawl. "She said to tell
for," Adrian said. "I'm no
didn't move off Elena
words that had just landed, the man dissolved, not fled, dissolved, black smoke pouring out of a shape that h
flickered back on, one by one, as though the
was shaking. "He
irst time since the funeral, she saw rea
. "He was nev
ng you owe her something? W
sed the corridor toward her, his hands finding her shoulders, steadying
the a
t three hundred years not having it. And whoever sent that man toni
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