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Ingrid cleared her throat "No word of Jeremy?"
"I haven’t had a chance to look There was a massacre" Rosalind didn’t knohat else to call it "Lord Falcone tore his household apart then tried to do the saed off her boots The wolazed She was half tempted to shut theh her mind She’d been trained to always finish her report, no matter what state she was in "I saw Mordecai there He was outside, watching the house"
Ingrid froze, then her thu to do with it?"
"I don’t know" Rosalind rubbed at her forehead "I’ to suspect they had so they didn’t deem fit to share with the rest of us"
"A weapon?"
"So that drives a blue blood into bloodlust" She’d considered the thought many times today "I’ve never heard of the like But why else would he be there? And how did he do it? Is it a poison? A toxin in the air or in Falcone’s cup of blood? An injection perhaps?" She shook her head "No, not an injection Lynch had the body exahly this afternoon, back at headquarters He wouldn’t have ht have"
Rosalind laughed ly thorough" Her eyes narrowed "I don’t believe I’ on his face, but I know he’s thinking Always thinking"
"Does he suspect you?"
"I don’t believe so," she replied "He was distracted by the case" Rosalind considered the day’s events and the way Lynch had glanced at her "And he would never suspect his pretty young secretary is his adversary He’s attracted to rid’s eyes narrowed "You sain"
Rosalind shoved to her feet, her skirts swishing around her stockinged ankles "Of course I’ as you don’t forget that," Ingrid said
"I never forget" Nathaniel’s face swarief soured Rosalind’s eht, when she slid into her blankets and he wasn’t there The days weren’t so bad, but the nights… She had nothing to distract herself then
The blue bloods had taken hiht have been Balfour’s hand, but it was by the Council’s edict The threat of the hu to them that they’d had a harmless dreamer of a man murdered
She was not harmless however Their hter His ould have been fought in courts and in rallies Hers would be fought in the streets, ainst the enor in Undertown
"I’ to finish the Cyclops project and destroy the Echelon I will never, ever forget how much they’ve taken from me"
"And Lynch?"
Rosalind clasped her hands behind her back and stared unseeing at the wall This tie overtook Nathaniel’s One of carved features with the sharp aquiline nose and piercing gaze
"I’ll deal with him," she said quietly "One way or another"
Lynch eased open the door and slipped inside the roo facilities The craving virus healed al short of decapitation, hence there was no need for es and upkeep
The sound of rasped breathing filled the air It wasn’t loud, and yet in the ht silence of the room, it seemed as if every lireen Tucked in the narrow bed, the stark sheets pulled up underneath his chin, Garrett slept restlessly There was no sweat on his forehead--a blue blood couldn’t perspire--but the sickly pallor of his skin spoke of fever
Perry slu in her hand as she dozed Lynch let the door click shut behind hi to the knife at her side
"Sir"
Lynch gestured for her to relax, then crossed to the bed, staring down at the wounded , but he still had to ask "How is he?"
"He asked for you," she said, a touch of reproof in her voice
Lynch nodded He ca would haunt hiht--but he didn’t want to be here Any blue blood that was so injured as to be bedridden was unlikely to get up again And Garrett… Damn him, Garrett was one of his
"I should have…" His words trailed off He didn’t knohat to say I should have taken one of the others I should have stopped Falcone I should have been faster…
The truth was hard to adht there, sir I saw Falcone co and--I didn’t expect it I froze Garrett didn’t If I’d been one second faster he wouldn’t--"
"You’d be lying there instead," Lynch said "Has his breathing changed?"
Perry shook her head, her dark hair curling around her face She’d clipped it short enough that no one could get a handful of it, and he’d seen hints of blond at the roots over the years to know she dyed it
"No, sir" The words were soft Broken
Lynch looked at her sharply and saw her dark gray eyes were glea Bloody hell He rarely thought of her as a woman He’d never needed to Perry always did her job, rarely voicing a word of dissent Rarely voicing anything, as a o, a tre around her shoulders and the hunger burning in her eyes The clip of an aristocratic accent had flavored her words and though he knew some of her secrets, he neverfrouessed Woer would overwhelm their delicate sensibilities The only other exception was the Duchess of Casavian, and she had the power of a great house behind her