Page 126 of Death Bringer
Outside the rain has stopped and the unpleasant stench of trash bins and wet tarmac drying in the sun surrounded her.
“There’s Doug!” Liz waved enthusiastically at a blue minivan.
“Nice wheels.”
“Shut up.” Liz grinned at her. “He’s coaching a shape-shifter soccer team, so we have to go and pick some of the kids up.”
“God help your opponents. If a decision goes against one of your team, does someone get eaten?”
“That’s why we need to practice.” Liz kissed Ella’s cheek. “I’m really glad you survived, hon. See you tomorrow.”
Ella was busy making faces at Doug over her friend’s shoulder. “Thanks for everything.”
She waited until Liz was safely in the van and then retreated into the hotel lobby. She saw a shape-shifter litter in her buddy’s immediate future. Where now? Should she send Vadim a text?
“Ella.”
“Hey.”That was cool and calm enough, wasn’t it?
“Can you meet me in Golden Gate Park by the Japanese Tea Garden?”
“When?”
“I’m already here, so whenever you’re ready.”
She deliberated ordering a cup of coffee from the bar to clear her head, but the alcohol in her system might help her relax more and say what needed to be said. She went to the bathroom, and after checking everyone else had gone, she closed her eyes and sent herself to where Vadim was.
It didn’t take a second until she was sitting on a bench looking out over the beautiful gardens. Here the rain had stirred the scents of nature rather than the city, and a heavy, flowery perfume hung in the air.
“Ella.”
She looked up to see Vadim in front of her. His black hair was damp from the rain and slicked back away from his amazing face. He’d somehow acquired a raincoat to protect his designer suit.
Of course he had.
“You really are quite beautiful in both your forms, Morosov.”
“Thank you.” He indicated the bench. “May I sit with you?”
“Sure.” She patted the seat. “It’s a bit damp, but nothing that’ll kill you. Not that anything can kill you anyway.”
“Only you.”
“I knew I should’ve kept that dagger your father gave me.”
She kept talking like a flipping idiot. Why was she so nervous? Why couldn’t she stop being so glib and just shut up?
He looked down at his clasped hands. “There’s something I wished to discuss with you.”
“Then go ahead. How’s Delia by the way?”
“She’ll be fine. I managed to detach the remnants of the spell from her mind.”
“Cool.”
She waited as he took another deep breath and then realized she could hardly breathe at all.
“My mother came to see me.”
