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.Behind the curtain, he stayed silent, not finishing his question, probably searching for words long forgotten.“It’s all right,” I said.“You don’t have to say anything.Let’s just finish up and book a flight.”“Not yet.Not tonight.”I went cold.“What?”“Julian’s in the country by now, probably in this city.We can’t leave, or he’ll think we’re running.”“We are running! Is that a news flash to you? No way.There’s no way I’m facing down Julian.And look at you.You couldn’t take out a cat like that.”“There won’t be a fight if we face him.We don’t have to go anywhere, except maybe find a hotel room.I know his cell phone number.He’ll come to us.Honor demands he look into this.But if not for Katherine, William would have died years ago.Julian may be pleased his abomination is gone.”“William wasn’t an abomination.”“We just tell Julian I need to help you for a while,” Philip said.“He’ll believe that.He already thinks of you as crippled, that you can’t function alone.But he sees you as no threat.”Could it be that simple? Could Philip convince Julian to leave me in peace?“What if he wants me dead anyway?”Sensing victory, Philip smiled slightly and shrugged.“I don’t know.We could use Dominick’s big gun.Another inch to the right, and I might have flown off to hell.”“That isn’t funny.”Two hours later, we checked into the Bellevue Red Lion and settled into an attractive suite of soft tans and yellows—but too many windows with thin drapes.I ordered extra blankets and hung them carefully over the curtain rods.Philip might have been shaken by his near-death experience, but he considered the event a fluke.I had been hoping he’d let me rent a car and drive fifty-five to the hotel.No dice.He ripped off an old Charger right in front of Maggie’s house and ran two stop signs in the first mile.When a policeman flashed his siren, Philip stopped, knocked the officer unconscious, pulled his body inside the car, and told me to feed as if we were at a McDonald’s drive-through window.This all took place on a busy downtown street.The really weird part was that nobody else stopped or even noticed.My companion’s disturbing nature seemed a small thing tonight, though.Now that we’d checked into the hotel, there was only one thing left to do.Philip made a quiet—very short—phone call to Julian.He spoke in French, but I picked up a few words.like the name of our hotel.Torn between true freedom and fear of how it might be achieved, I tried not to listen while I paced about the hotel suite, fussing over the drapes.“Is he coming?” I asked once Philip hung up.“Soon.”I glanced away, not sure whether to be frightened or relieved.“You know,” Philip said suddenly, “once we settle this matter with Julian, we don’t have to go up north.We could go to France.”“Even Paris?”“Anywhere.”I’d never been to Paris.The thought calmed me, made me smile.“What’s it like?”“Good hunting.Few rules.” He seemed about to go on when something unreadable shifted his expression.“What’s wrong?”He turned pale, his features twisted, and he stumbled on an ottoman.Before I could move to help, Wade pushed inside my head.Where are you, Leisha?Stay away! I’m not alone.Philip regained composure and snarled, then bolted for the door.I darted in front of it, blocking his exit.“Wait.Just listen to me.”“That’s your little pet, isn’t it? You’ve been lying! He’s completely psychic, isn’t he?”“Not like it seems.”“That black-haired cop was psychometric, eh? And I believed you.You’ve been telling this little friend of yours all about us, haven’t you?”“No, and I didn’t lie.But if you had known Wade could read minds, you would have killed him that first night.”“Of course! As you should have!”“He helped me.Just meet him.Just talk to him.”“You aren’t serious.”“Please don’t hurt him.He aimed a gun at his partner for me.”“Well, isn’t that what you do? Get weak-minded men to slay dragons for you?”Cold, cruel, and inhuman, Philip’s eyes flashed rage at me.He possessed so many different sides.Could I ever keep up? This was a worst-case scenario, defending one person who mattered from another person who mattered.Someone knocked.My legs froze.“Wade, is that you?”“Open the door.”Philip brushed past me, jerked the door open, and grasped Wade’s throat.This was too much.“Philip, I fed you last night!”He stopped, hand now up in Wade’s white-blond hair.“Don’t do it,” I said.“Just let him in.For me.”He stepped back slowly, as though with great effort.I knew the only thing holding him back was his strange desire that I remain in his company.The room felt small with all three of us standing in it.A wave of anger swept through me.What did Wade think he was doing?“You ditched me without a word,” he spat.Incredible.With a blood-crazed six-foot vampire standing right next to him, he wanted to argue about forgotten good-byes?“Is that what you’re here for?” I asked.“An explanation?”“To start, yes.”“After everything I’ve done to try and save you? Who was stupid enough to give you a PhD?”Our familiarity disconcerted Philip.Unlike Maggie, he’d probably never spent more than a few hours with any one mortal.“Your partner’s dead,” he snapped.“Staked through the heart.Quite poetic.”Wade didn’t even flinch.“I know.I just buried him.”“Where?” Philip asked.“In Maggie’s backyard, behind the trees.I buried his gun, too, and I washed the living room floor.Then I moved his car four miles away.”“What possible reason could you have?”“Eleisha.”I flinched.I had no response to Wade’s actions.My instinct had been to leave the body on Maggie’s floor and let the police try to figure out what happened after we left the country.Maybe Wade was right to bury the evidence? It also occurred to me that Wade himself would certainly be picked up for questioning.and I had not thought of that before.So was he working to save himself or me?Looking up at his face [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]