Page 77 of You Only Love Twice
Silas looked away, capturing the barmaid's eye and holding up a single finger. "He already knew. He's had two of the acolytes trailin' you from a distance."
Obsidian looked at him sharply.
"You wouldn't have seen them. They were instructed to track the beacon and stay a distance of five clicks from it. Ghost became curious about why you was spendin' so much time at Mably House."
Just how long had Ghost been having him watched?
And why?
"You don't find that bothersome?" he asked.
Silas sighed and slumped back against the seat. "Course I do. Cut mine out months back. I leave it where I want them to think I am. Usually a place like this. I don't actually like this pig swill."
His gaze dropped to Obsidian's ruined gloves.
"Looks like you've had a hell of a day. Miss Townsend stick you a few times?"
"No." He didn't want to talk about it.
"Someone made you bleed. I'd like to meet the man who got the drop on you."
"It was Malloryn and his friends."
He watched Silas choke on his smile, swearing under his breath. "Jesus. You had a run-in with ol' ice britches himself? He still walkin'?"
Obsidian released a tense breath, glancing across the tavern. "There was some interference."
"Miss Townsend," Silas said knowingly.
"She didn't want me to kill her friends."
"And since when do you take orders from a piece of skirt?" Silas held his hands up sharply when Obsidian's glare turned icy. "'Pologies. She's got you twisted up in knots again, ain't she?"
"Again?"
Silas looked grim. "This ain't the first time, mate. You were smitten with her in Russia."
"Before I shot her," he stated very carefully.
Silence.
"I’ve got to be honest with you, mate." Silas's lips thinned. "I ain't here of my own reckonin'. Ghost told me to track you down."
Instantly, he stilled.
"Why?" Obsidian let the hilt of his favorite blade slip from his sleeve into his hand.
"Guess he thought I might be the only one to survive an encounter with the Wraith. Wanted me to pass on a little message."
"Don't call me that."
"No?" Silas drummed his fingers on the table. "Are you going to use the knife?"
Of course he'd noticed.
"Do I have reason to?Brother?" he returned, just as softly.
Silas glanced down, as if in thought, but Obsidian could see his hand shifting. He wasn't the only one who carried a knife up his sleeve.
