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Amos had never met him, for which he was grateful, because nothing good was ever said of him. He was an unstoppable force of corruption and cruelty, and the Council did absolutely nothing to intervene.
“Well, he’s dead p>
Amos’s brows rose. “Who managed that? Did one of the Councilors finally grow a spine p>
“Nope. Werewolves,” Etta said.
Despite the sadistic pleasure of knowing Alex Markov had been wiped off the planet, Amos was alarmed. “Wolves? In the city?” Wolves didn’t usually come into cities–it was one of the reasons that vampires tended to be urban dwellers.
“No, he was killed in Alaska, of all places. The Council only found
out about it because one of his thralls was discovered by the
Anchorage Council–yes, the monster had been turning thralls, and no, we have no idea how many of the poor things he created. The girl was trying to get to where she’d last felt his pull–somewhere in the interior. Well, except for a desperate thrall, nobody’s stupid enough to go marching into what is obviously wolf territory, so we’ll never know for sure, I suppose. But it seems pretty open and shut at this point p>
“Good riddance. Why should I care what happened to him p>
Etta shrugged. “It’s at least gratifying to know he’s gone, no p>
“Would’ve been more gratifying if the Council had done something about him before he created and abandoned an unknown number
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“Of course Y’I help Amos said immediately, thinking of the throat! whdd attached Chloe, Had that been one of Markers? And how many more were one there? Chiloe worked wypes, She’d be out and expand while a bunch of untethered threils were lone, bukuny spaked through him like a knife to his heart. The urge to go back, to Yeug which over her was so strong, he was halfway to the front door before he realized what he was downg
He had promised her that he wouldn’t do that. He had promised. His hands carried into fiets. He didn’t want to break his word, but honoring it left him totally helpless to protect her. He couldn’t even call to warn her, because he didn’t have her phone number–a& NOW Daring oversaphat that should’ve been handled when they’d made the agreement just a few hours earlier,
“Amod?” Vita appeared behind him, her hand landing gently on his SEM. “What’s wrong p>
There was nothing for it. He was going to have to break his promise to Chloe. He could rationalize that he was looking for thralls–not her. It was a razor thin technicality, but he’d take it.
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“I have to go,” he said, continuing to the door.
“What, now? The sun’s coming up in two hours p>
“I’ll be safe, I promise. But I have to go.” And then he was out the door, Etta’s objection ringing after him.
He took a position on the rooftop of the hospice. He could see approachers from every direction, and with the way the wind eddied through the buildings, he’d have a good chance of picking up a thrall’s scent before they came into sight.
Knowing that he could protect Chloe put his mind at ease, even if guilt prickled at him. He settled in and watched.
The rest of the night passed without any thralls appearing. Above the lights of the city, the sky began to subtly lighten. The untethered thralls would be hunkered down in their daysleep, no longer a danger until sunset. Amos shifted to leave but froze when, below, the employees‘ door banged open. A group of people emerged, chatting in the cheerfully exhausted way people at the end of their shift usually did. Amos crouched near the edge of the roof, hidden in the shadow of a turbine vent, and peered intently at them. Chloe wasn’t among them.
He waited for the humans to disperse so he could discreetly leave the roof. The dawn’s brightness was beginning to burn at his skin.
Daysleep tugged at his mind, but he blinked and resisted it. The sky continued to grow lighter. Amos pulled his hood further forward. Just when he was going to cross the roof, the door below banged open again, and he heard the sound of her voice.
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