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The Darkyn had tunnels all over the city, which they used to move from one location to another It perht where they otherwise ht be stopped and questioned by police, who like the rest of New Orleans believed the water table was too high to build anything underground It was one of many successful myths the Darkyn had used to ist’s tunnel access was hidden beneath heavily stacked shelves in his storage roo as Cyprien tore the shelf away frouised as an air-conditioning thermostat on the wall beside it A panel of linoleu a dimly lit tunnel
Alex looked over her shoulder ’"Wait He’s a professional arsonist, so he won’t stop burning until he’s caught We have to call the cops on this guy" S in the narrow crack beneath the closet door, and Alex felt the heat that came with it She then remembered what she had left behind ’"My blood sa in the floor and clih to close the panel behind theh an unfamiliar section of tunnel, with other keypads and panels to open and close There were too
"What if the fire comes in here?" she demanded as they passed over the third threshold "Or the firemen find the panel up there burned away?"
"The doors and panels are fireproof No one will enter the tunnels" Cyprien turned a corner and Alex saw they were in the tunnel that led to La Fontaine, his mansion in the Garden District He pulled down the steel ladder leading up into the lower level of the house and then glanced at her "How did you know the assassin was an arsonist and carried copper bullets?"
"I saw hihts" She scowled "It’s my little bonus, okay? I can see inside someone’s mind, but only if they’re a killer"
"He was not Kyn" Michael seemed to take comfort in that
"He could have been I did the sa with Thierry" Alex saw his expression shift "What? I didn’t ask for this The evil Darkyn fairy stuck me with it"
"You could read Thierry’s mind"
"Loud and clear The whole ti everyone in the house, the city, the state, etc" She sighed "Couple of times I was ready to help him"
Michael put his hands on her shoulders "Alexandra, Kyn talent works on humans Only hue…" He didn’t seem to kno to end that sentence
"So we’ll knohen Phillipe really gets sick of your bullshit" She shrugged "I don’t see the problem"
"You will tell no one of your talent"
"Let me think" She consulted the upper do to do whatever I daes" Now he’d yell in French, or shake her, or say so herbut unwanted gifts" Michael leaned over and pressed his mouth to the line between her brows "I a for you But it would be better if you told no one"
"It saved our asses tonight Stop being understanding only so you can get me to do what you want I hate that" She climbed up the ladder and into the house, where Cyprien’s seneschal aiting for both of them
Alex could have built a replica of Phillipe out of LEGOs; he had the same blocky, solid dimensions When they’d first met, she’d hated hi her out of theCyprien alive had made them allies Now Phillipe and Alex shared a constant, if sometimes exasperated, affection for each other
"An assassin tried to kill us at the doctor’s office," Cyprien told Phillipe "Double the guards and su copper bullets If he can be found, I want hi you should know" Phillipe handed hi ritten in French
"What is it?" Alex asked
"Jao to find his father"
Chapter 4
"Where you say you were going,the vehicle in which they rode He had not said, naturally, but he again took out the folded ht round the corner" Hal’s head bobbed up and down "I’ll drop you, then head over to Fort Wayne Got ht, makes me breakfast Waitress, but she works lunch shift"
Ja from a pole before he sorted out the expressions Most of what Hal said required thoughtful deciphering Jaood, and he had only himself to blame His uncle Gabriel had warned hie soreat deal, but seereeable to Jarunt at best
Hal’s voice becaine as Jao soon, and he would have to do runt if he was to find Thierry