to hold on to her thoughts.
“What the bloody hell were you thinking, Gahiji?
She was offering up no threat.” British accent, hard and
clipped. It took her a second of swimming against the
brutal tide before understanding hit her. It was the third
soul reaper talking now.
“She is of the Asetian Guard. That is threat enough.”
She tried to focus her thoughts, and all she could
come up with was that she’d been right about the name.
Gahiji. Hunter. Seeker.
Huntingher.No that wasn’t right. He’d been
hunting someone else. She wanted to shake the
cobwebs from her head and pull a clear thought from
the bunch. Instead, all she got was cotton floss.
“Take him with you, Alastor.” Dagan again, speaking from close beside her. His voice was taut, angry.
He sounded like the slightest push would send him
over the edge.
“Take him where?”
“Anywhere but here. Go hunt down the Setnakhts.
Find out about what made Frank Marin so special.”
Staccato bursts of words. Like bullets. “Then go make
nice with Xaphan and his concubines. Smooth over
tonight’s debacle before it turns into a war.”
EVE SILVER
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Roxy tried to open her eyes, or maybe they were open
and she just couldn’t see. She knew Dagan’s hands were
on her chest, pressing, hurting. She wanted to push him
away. But she was weak. She was cold and shaking. So
she just lay there and let him do whatever he was doing.