Silence Fallen
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“I still owe you, I figure,” David responded. “Do you need some backup? I can be in Prague with a crew or two in about seventeen hours.”
Adam considered it. But if the people he had with him weren’t enough, he reckoned he’d need a nuclear strike and not more people to die trying to rescue him and Mercy.
“I think it’s handled,” he said. Though he’d have been happier if Libor had been the same kind of polite liar that Bonarata was—odd that he trusted the vampire further than his own kind. But he’d met Bonarata, and he figured he had his measure. No telling whether Libor was just being a pain for the sake of annoyance—or if he was a problem.
“Let me know if that changes,” said David. “Keep your head down.”
“You, too.”
They disconnected, and Adam was left with a whole day to get through and nothing to do. Sleeping was out of the question.
Honey was awake and watching him. She’d have heard everything. She wagged her tail and smiled hopefully.
Adam ran his hands through his hair. “Right. This is good news. Mercy is safe. I’m pretty sure Bonarata believed me about Bran—and put a call out to his hunters before he went down for the day. He isn’t interested in the kind of war Bran would bring him.” The kind where everyone loses. He smiled at Honey, because he knew she’d understand. “It’s just that now that I know where she is, I’m not sure I can find the patience to wait. And talk and talk and talk without killing someone.”
Honey’s ears flattened with amused agreement. She wasn’t fond of talk and talk and talk, either.
“I’m going to go notify the pilots that we’re flying to Prague before morning tomorrow,” Adam said, because it would give him something to do besides pace restlessly. He’d wake them up when they should be getting sleep—but he was paying them enough money that he didn’t feel too bad about that.
“Stay alert,” he told Honey.
She put her nose down on the couch and watched as he put his shoulder holster back on and resettled his suit. He took a good look at himself in the mirror to check for wrinkles, lopsided tie, or the gun printing too obviously.
Satisfied that he was as put together as he was likely to get, he left the room. He couldn’t lock it behind him without locking himself out—they hadn’t been issued keys. He opened the door again and looked at Honey.
“Remember the door won’t be locked until I get back. Keep an ear out,” he said.
Then he left his chicks safe in her care. His mouth turned up as he thought about what any of the people in that suite would think of his considering them in need of his care. Except for Elizaveta, of course—she would accept his concern as her due, if only a small part of her considerable defenses.
Adam climbed briskly up the hardwood stairs, turned the corner, and knocked on the door. Movement exploded within.
“It’s me,” he told them low-voiced—which is probably what he should have done in the first place.
“A moment,” said Harris tightly. “I’ve got some safeguards in place. Give me a moment.”
Good, thought Adam.
The door opened, and Adam stepped inside, closing himself inside. It wasn’t a suite, or even a good hotel room, but there was room for two twin beds, two chests of drawers, and a TV. It was clean, and there was a big window looking out on the same courtyard the main room of the suite did. From up here, he could see over the wall and out to the villa next door. Matt Smith was sitting cross-legged in his bed with his back to the wall. He looked interested but not particularly concerned.
“We’ve found Mercy,” Adam told them.
Harris’s eyebrows climbed. “How did you manage that? Bonarata’s people are asleep now, surely.”
Adam shook his head. “I should have said Mercy found us. She evidently stole an e-book reader with Wi-Fi, found a café with free Wi-Fi, and spent the next ten minutes in frantic conversation via e-mail with one of my wolves before the battery in the e-reader died. She’s in Prague.”
“Prague?” said Smith.
Adam nodded. “Since I was out of reach, Ben consulted the Marrok’s son Charles, who told him to send her to the local Alpha for protection.”
“Libor?” said Smith. “I’ve . . . heard things about Libor of the Vltava.”
“Charles recommended him,” said Adam.
“Oh, sorry,” Smith said. “Probably okay, then, right? Charles doesn’t make mistakes.”
Harris looked back and forth between the two werewolves. “Trouble?”
“I called Libor and confirmed he’d provide safe space for Mercy until I could get there tomorrow morning,” Adam said when Smith didn’t say anything. “If that’s dangerous, if you know something, Smith, this would be the time to let me know.”
Smith shook his head. “No. Libor is a man of his word. If he told you she’d have safety with him, she will.”
“We could be in Prague in an hour and a half,” said Harris. “Maybe a little longer. Do you have a place I can set down there? If not, I have a place to land in Brno and another in Dresden, and it’s only a couple of hours by car from either one to Prague. We could use the main airport, but that might be more public than we want to be.”
“I have a place for you to land in Prague,” Adam said.
“Not a good idea to offend Bonarata,” suggested Smith quietly. “If you leave without clearing it with him, you are putting him in a corner in which he has no choice but to call you an enemy for breaking guesting custom.”
Adam considered it. But if the people he had with him weren’t enough, he reckoned he’d need a nuclear strike and not more people to die trying to rescue him and Mercy.
“I think it’s handled,” he said. Though he’d have been happier if Libor had been the same kind of polite liar that Bonarata was—odd that he trusted the vampire further than his own kind. But he’d met Bonarata, and he figured he had his measure. No telling whether Libor was just being a pain for the sake of annoyance—or if he was a problem.
“Let me know if that changes,” said David. “Keep your head down.”
“You, too.”
They disconnected, and Adam was left with a whole day to get through and nothing to do. Sleeping was out of the question.
Honey was awake and watching him. She’d have heard everything. She wagged her tail and smiled hopefully.
Adam ran his hands through his hair. “Right. This is good news. Mercy is safe. I’m pretty sure Bonarata believed me about Bran—and put a call out to his hunters before he went down for the day. He isn’t interested in the kind of war Bran would bring him.” The kind where everyone loses. He smiled at Honey, because he knew she’d understand. “It’s just that now that I know where she is, I’m not sure I can find the patience to wait. And talk and talk and talk without killing someone.”
Honey’s ears flattened with amused agreement. She wasn’t fond of talk and talk and talk, either.
“I’m going to go notify the pilots that we’re flying to Prague before morning tomorrow,” Adam said, because it would give him something to do besides pace restlessly. He’d wake them up when they should be getting sleep—but he was paying them enough money that he didn’t feel too bad about that.
“Stay alert,” he told Honey.
She put her nose down on the couch and watched as he put his shoulder holster back on and resettled his suit. He took a good look at himself in the mirror to check for wrinkles, lopsided tie, or the gun printing too obviously.
Satisfied that he was as put together as he was likely to get, he left the room. He couldn’t lock it behind him without locking himself out—they hadn’t been issued keys. He opened the door again and looked at Honey.
“Remember the door won’t be locked until I get back. Keep an ear out,” he said.
Then he left his chicks safe in her care. His mouth turned up as he thought about what any of the people in that suite would think of his considering them in need of his care. Except for Elizaveta, of course—she would accept his concern as her due, if only a small part of her considerable defenses.
Adam climbed briskly up the hardwood stairs, turned the corner, and knocked on the door. Movement exploded within.
“It’s me,” he told them low-voiced—which is probably what he should have done in the first place.
“A moment,” said Harris tightly. “I’ve got some safeguards in place. Give me a moment.”
Good, thought Adam.
The door opened, and Adam stepped inside, closing himself inside. It wasn’t a suite, or even a good hotel room, but there was room for two twin beds, two chests of drawers, and a TV. It was clean, and there was a big window looking out on the same courtyard the main room of the suite did. From up here, he could see over the wall and out to the villa next door. Matt Smith was sitting cross-legged in his bed with his back to the wall. He looked interested but not particularly concerned.
“We’ve found Mercy,” Adam told them.
Harris’s eyebrows climbed. “How did you manage that? Bonarata’s people are asleep now, surely.”
Adam shook his head. “I should have said Mercy found us. She evidently stole an e-book reader with Wi-Fi, found a café with free Wi-Fi, and spent the next ten minutes in frantic conversation via e-mail with one of my wolves before the battery in the e-reader died. She’s in Prague.”
“Prague?” said Smith.
Adam nodded. “Since I was out of reach, Ben consulted the Marrok’s son Charles, who told him to send her to the local Alpha for protection.”
“Libor?” said Smith. “I’ve . . . heard things about Libor of the Vltava.”
“Charles recommended him,” said Adam.
“Oh, sorry,” Smith said. “Probably okay, then, right? Charles doesn’t make mistakes.”
Harris looked back and forth between the two werewolves. “Trouble?”
“I called Libor and confirmed he’d provide safe space for Mercy until I could get there tomorrow morning,” Adam said when Smith didn’t say anything. “If that’s dangerous, if you know something, Smith, this would be the time to let me know.”
Smith shook his head. “No. Libor is a man of his word. If he told you she’d have safety with him, she will.”
“We could be in Prague in an hour and a half,” said Harris. “Maybe a little longer. Do you have a place I can set down there? If not, I have a place to land in Brno and another in Dresden, and it’s only a couple of hours by car from either one to Prague. We could use the main airport, but that might be more public than we want to be.”
“I have a place for you to land in Prague,” Adam said.
“Not a good idea to offend Bonarata,” suggested Smith quietly. “If you leave without clearing it with him, you are putting him in a corner in which he has no choice but to call you an enemy for breaking guesting custom.”
