“Get back,” I watched Josephine Maria Ziegler shriek clutching her skirts tightly. Was almost as if she thought holding them would keep the throng back. Fool.
Divided
Thedrilath sat back steepling his fingers, regarding the papers strewn across the table. The answer was there. He knew it. He just couldn’t see it. Yet.
Name Revealed
They’d found us. I’d failed. Kadech grinned as his men surrounded us. No, this couldn’t end in a hole bar. I glanced at Drake beside me. She shrugged back waving the torch she carried vaguely and with no effect on the approaching men. “Surrender,” Kadech said.
Quick
I slouched over my chair bouncing my foot as I watched. The brothers were at it again. Mayer had even started glowering at their noise instead of draping himself over his beakers. Just a little longer and I. . .
Water
“Teresa!” I twisted looking behind me to the caller. Cassie stood below her hand raised as she shielded her eyes against the light. Between her and me was a wall of shrubbery. She wouldn’t be able to see me yet and I wasn’t going to call back.
Late
The wind whipped around me as I stared at the path. Where was the girl? “Can we still wait?” Sevela asked beside me. Stars. If that girl couldn’t read minds. I looked at her and the rest gathered about the grave. They clumped in groups away from the coffin.
Leaving
Nadie clutched her bag’s strap tightly as she stood at the end of the platform. The train belched steam as it disappeared around the bend ahead. She’d missed it. A thin layer of water covered the tracks.
Darkness
Jade needed kicking when I caught up with her. At least normal fortunetellers used crystal balls. Reflections, refractions, whatever. Those were at least interesting to look at. This was . . . what was this? Obsidian? “Stare into my ball,” the woman said.
All Her World
Adili fluttered her wings as the floor dropped out beneath her. She reached up by instinct and placed her hand against the red ceiling descending rapidly. Beyond the walls she could hear glass chime. Was it time again?
Detached
Elrad frowned. He was in the elevator again. Stepping to the windows he scowled. The city spread with lights like a jewel box. She’d be behind him again. If he turned she’d be there in her black and white glory. If he didn’t the dream wouldn’t advance. Which was worse?
