Blind Destiny: Grimm's Circle, Book 7 [retail mobi] by Shiloh Walker Page B

this,” he swore, unfolding his legs and rising to his feet. He shoved the blade back into his sheath and then crossed his arms over his chest. “No. I’m not angry. I’m tired and I want this assignment done. You obviously aren’t pleased to be working with me so I’d just as soon relieve you of the burden of my presence as soon as earthly possible.”
    “I…” Sina sighed. “Luc, I don’t have a problem working with you. You’re more tolerable than most people, at least. I’m just not much of a team player.”
    “I never would have noticed.”
    Krell barked, a single sharp sound. Luc nodded. “It’s safe enough.” He turned away and started toward the dog, throwing out a link and merging his mind with Krell’s as he did so. It gave him the disconcerting view of watching himself approach and over his shoulder, he saw Sina, eyeing him with a peculiar expression on her face.
    She looked sad, he thought.
    Sad. Maybe even lonely.
    It was almost enough to make him think that Will hadn’t been entirely off base. Maybe Will hadn’t been jerking his chain.
    But Luc knew better than think that.
    Life hadn’t exactly been kind to him over the centuries. He didn’t expect that to change any time soon.
     
     
    We were inside there a lot longer than I liked.
    The very feel of the house clung to me when we left, like cobwebs on my skin.
    “That was a waste of time,” Luc muttered.
    I glanced over at him. “What did you expect to find?”
    One shoulder rose in a shrug. “I don’t know. One of the books, maybe?”
    “We’d feel those.”
    “We don’t always.” He continued to walk, taking a circuitous route, even though most of the people who had gathered outside earlier had finally faded away.
    A few were still gathered in knots, though, talking quietly. One older lady was leaning against the man next to her and sobbing. I could barely make out her broken, hoarse cries.
    “Georgios…where is little Georgios? Where is my baby? ”
    Georgios…her baby.
    I stiffened and turned my head toward her. Stared. Georgios—
    “The woman who died…was she the only one in the house, Luc?”
    He kept on walking. Over his shoulder, he said, “Yes.”
    Torn, I looked back at the woman. My baby.
    Who was she crying about?
    “We need to figure out what…”
    But Luc hadn’t even slowed down.
    Glaring at his back, I went after him.
    Arrogant son-of-a-bitch.
    I caught up with him on the second level of the hotel, just a few feet from our door. I could have caught him quicker, but that might have gotten me noticed and that wasn’t exactly something we strived to do. It was actually supposed to be the opposite.
    “I think we need to figure out who the old woman is crying about,” I said to his back.
    Luc unlocked the door.
    “It’s not necessary,” he said as he went inside. Once there, he took Krell off the leash.
    Shit. I knew what that meant, although… “Damn it, Luc, if it’s a kid, we need to get back out there and find out what’s going on. He could be hurt or in danger, and we need to know.”
    Luc ignored me, dropping down on the floor to play with his dog.
    Krell was an amazing animal, but he was still an animal, one who worked rather hard. One thing I’d already noticed—once that leash came off, the dog was no longer working and he took advantage of it. Butting his head up against Luc’s chest, he growled low in his throat, odd little noises that made him sound like he was trying to talk.
    I glared at the two of them. “Do I have go back out there by myself?”
    “No.” Luc reached into his pocket and pulled something out—it look like a piece of jerky or something. He tossed it to Krell and the dog snatched it out of the air and trotted over to lie by the window, flopping down with a pleased little doggie sigh. Luc remained where he was, sprawled on the ground, long, denim-clad legs stretched in front of him, the faded cotton of his black T-shirt riding up just a little and baring the plane