Page 46 of Marked By Moonlight
I slid into the window seat and whispered back. “So, that was Szabo, huh?”
Marius nodded and sat beside me. We both faced the carriage door, so Szabo couldn’t approach without our noticing. I caught a peek of him watching us through the glass before he retreated out of sight.
“Now what?” I murmured.
Marius pulled out his phone and dialed. “I’ll call Roux.”
Marius tapped his fingers impatiently. I put my hand over his, worried his dragon claws might emerge. When Roux picked up, Marius got right to the point.
“What the fuck is Szabo doing following Mina to London?” he hissed quietly.
I leaned closer, catching Roux demand, “Szabo is where? How do you know?”
“I’m on the same train.”
“What the fuck areyoudoing, following Mina to London?” Roux exploded.
Marius ignored him. “I need you to get everything you can on Szabo. Now.”
“But—” Roux protested.
“Just do it.” Marius grunted, then hung up.
I gave him a pointed look. “Great communication.”
He shrugged. “Roux’s always been that way.”
Not what I meant, but I let that slide. I owed Marius for this, big-time.
“So, now what?” I asked a few minutes later.
He crossed his arms, making every muscle bulge. “We wait until we arrive in London.”
“Then what?”
He studied my face, then dropped his eyes to my neck. Heat flashed through my veins, and my cheeks flushed.
He looked away — quickly — and murmured, “Then we’ll see.”
Not encouraging, becausewe’ll seecould translate to any number of things in dragon-talk. Things like,I’ll rip his head offorI’ll roast him alive, along with most of St Pancras station.
A glance at my watch told me I had over an hour to convince Marius of a better plan.
Minutes ticked by as I wondered what that might be.
“What are you doing, going to London anyway?” he growled.
“What areyoudoing, following me?”
“Would you prefer I hadn’t?”
“It’s the principle of the thing.”
“You want principles, or you want to live to see the sunset?”
Okay, he had a point there. I took a few deep breaths and gently nudged his ribs. Well, I was going for his ribs, but they were cushioned by a wall of muscle.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
