Nico’s place with Costin? I assumed that’s where they were – that seemed to be where they always were.
Olivier looked at me with his eyebrows raised. I narrowed my eyes on him, hoping to keep his mouth shut with the glare.
“Take me off speaker phone right now,” I demanded.
“We have other things to discuss, first,” Costin said.
“Gregorio wants one million dollars as payment for laying the zombies to rest,” Olivier said, hoping to change the conversation back to what was important.
“Nico mentioned that. The amount isn’t a problem. Is he sure that he can lay them to rest?” Costin asked.
“That’s what he says. Christoph told me he’s one of the best necromancers remaining in Europe, so if there’s someone who can do it, it’s him. He needs a human virgin sacrifice to be able to pull it off.”
“Is blood magic normal for this kind of request?”
“For something this large, yes. It’s more difficult because of how long they have been up.”
“You sure know how to make a mess,” Costin said.
There was silence for a moment and I saw Olivier fighting with what he should say. “They would have been laid to rest quickly had Henri not killed the necromancer.”
I shook my head. He should have accepted the blame and let the conversation die down.
“What were you even raising the zombies for?” Nico asked.
Oh. I had forgotten that they were not privy to all of the information that Olivier had shared with me. They didn’t know that he stole immortality or that he had a second blood line in his veins now. Olivier saw the flash of realization on my face and he reached for my hand. He slowly shook his head, as though asking me to not reveal any of this to them.
I rolled my eyes and stayed silent.
“It’s of no concern now,” Olivier said.
“Bullshit,” Nico said.
“Listen asshole, I don’t report to you.” Olivier seemed pissed now and I wanted to slide out of the hotel room door to avoid listening to the two alphas hash it out over the phone.
I heard Violante giggling in the background again and I wanted to put my hand through the phone and wring her neck. I knew damn well that she was giggling simply so she could be heard. She never liked me in the picture because she’s been chasing Nico for close to a century. With me in Paris and Berlin, the bitch was trying to make another move to get in his bed.
“Stop,” Costin said. “Violante, you’re done for tonight. Leave. Dylan, you are back tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
I heard Violante pissing and moaning in the background and then the door slammed. So mature.
“You will be here long enough to pack some more bags and head back to Paris. You and Nico need to be in the city no later than Wednesday night,” Costin explained.
I sighed. Traveling was exhausting me, especially all of this back and forth shit. I just wanted to be back home and in some sort of normal routine again. There wasn’t even enough time to pull a shift at Yankee Bar, which meant that I would have to call Matt and let him know that I needed a few more nights off of the schedule. He would bitch and complain, but there wasn’t much that I could do about it.
“Will the necromancer be working during the day or night?” I asked.
“I’m assuming at night,” Olivier said.
“The only reason that I ask is that I’m the only one that can be out during the day. If he works during the day, I’m the one left supervising.”
“That’s not going to work,” Nico said.
“Right,” I said.
Olivier let out an uncomfortable sigh and ran his fingers through his unruly locks. “I’ll contact Gregorio and find out when he plans on performing the ceremony. Are we in agreement that Thursday evening would be best?”
“Yes,” Nico and Costin said in unison.
“I will reach him and tell him to meet us at the catacombs around nine.”
Olivier and Costin talked a few more minutes about some of the details and Costin informed both Olivier and Nico that
Olivier looked at me with his eyebrows raised. I narrowed my eyes on him, hoping to keep his mouth shut with the glare.
“Take me off speaker phone right now,” I demanded.
“We have other things to discuss, first,” Costin said.
“Gregorio wants one million dollars as payment for laying the zombies to rest,” Olivier said, hoping to change the conversation back to what was important.
“Nico mentioned that. The amount isn’t a problem. Is he sure that he can lay them to rest?” Costin asked.
“That’s what he says. Christoph told me he’s one of the best necromancers remaining in Europe, so if there’s someone who can do it, it’s him. He needs a human virgin sacrifice to be able to pull it off.”
“Is blood magic normal for this kind of request?”
“For something this large, yes. It’s more difficult because of how long they have been up.”
“You sure know how to make a mess,” Costin said.
There was silence for a moment and I saw Olivier fighting with what he should say. “They would have been laid to rest quickly had Henri not killed the necromancer.”
I shook my head. He should have accepted the blame and let the conversation die down.
“What were you even raising the zombies for?” Nico asked.
Oh. I had forgotten that they were not privy to all of the information that Olivier had shared with me. They didn’t know that he stole immortality or that he had a second blood line in his veins now. Olivier saw the flash of realization on my face and he reached for my hand. He slowly shook his head, as though asking me to not reveal any of this to them.
I rolled my eyes and stayed silent.
“It’s of no concern now,” Olivier said.
“Bullshit,” Nico said.
“Listen asshole, I don’t report to you.” Olivier seemed pissed now and I wanted to slide out of the hotel room door to avoid listening to the two alphas hash it out over the phone.
I heard Violante giggling in the background again and I wanted to put my hand through the phone and wring her neck. I knew damn well that she was giggling simply so she could be heard. She never liked me in the picture because she’s been chasing Nico for close to a century. With me in Paris and Berlin, the bitch was trying to make another move to get in his bed.
“Stop,” Costin said. “Violante, you’re done for tonight. Leave. Dylan, you are back tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
I heard Violante pissing and moaning in the background and then the door slammed. So mature.
“You will be here long enough to pack some more bags and head back to Paris. You and Nico need to be in the city no later than Wednesday night,” Costin explained.
I sighed. Traveling was exhausting me, especially all of this back and forth shit. I just wanted to be back home and in some sort of normal routine again. There wasn’t even enough time to pull a shift at Yankee Bar, which meant that I would have to call Matt and let him know that I needed a few more nights off of the schedule. He would bitch and complain, but there wasn’t much that I could do about it.
“Will the necromancer be working during the day or night?” I asked.
“I’m assuming at night,” Olivier said.
“The only reason that I ask is that I’m the only one that can be out during the day. If he works during the day, I’m the one left supervising.”
“That’s not going to work,” Nico said.
“Right,” I said.
Olivier let out an uncomfortable sigh and ran his fingers through his unruly locks. “I’ll contact Gregorio and find out when he plans on performing the ceremony. Are we in agreement that Thursday evening would be best?”
“Yes,” Nico and Costin said in unison.
“I will reach him and tell him to meet us at the catacombs around nine.”
Olivier and Costin talked a few more minutes about some of the details and Costin informed both Olivier and Nico that
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