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Malachi and Lang slipped into the alley behind the other scribe, and Malachi pulled down his leather glove to trace the edges of his talese of power He’d slept fitfully that evening, and his dream ith Ava wasof dread and loss that chased hi

Urgency stalked hi very dark and very dangerous was heading toward the cold city on the edge of the fjord The sky hung bitter and grey, and the clouds were low

They reached the end of the alley to see two Grigori with human women wrapped around theori turned their heads, the twin expressions on their faces chilled him

Dead Malachi had never seen colder eyes No slea from prey They shoved off and stepped away fro to the Irin scribes as they zipped up their pants and pulled out their knives

"Rhys," Lang called, "get the women inside somewhere They’ll die of exposure with this wind"

Rhys waited until the two soldiers were distracted by Malachi and Lang, then he bent down and tried to help both of the huloved hands, careful not to touch their skin for fear of harori didn’t stop They didn’t charge They walked steadily toward Malachi and Lang, no expression on their pale faces, no caution in their steps Their dead faces were eerie Malachi and Lang spread to opposite sides of the alley and the two Grigori split to ht before he lunged left, flipping the dagger to his left hand and trying to slip under his opponent’s ar his shoulder, but within seconds, the Grigori was shoved up against the wall of the alley, and Malachi’s blade was piercing his spine

The soldier said nothing in his last breaths Then his dust rose to heaven and the silent one

Malachi turned to see Lang with the other soldier propped against a wall The Grigori’s face was bloody and his hands hung li didn’t yell, and his voice was all thebecause of it "Hmm? I understand what you need Do you think I do not pity you? To have to touch these… humans, just to feel alive No one pities you more than I But tell ori soldier said nothing, perhaps sensing Lang’s false sincerity He looked exactly like his brother Pale and ethereally handsoht brown hair was close-cropped and their skin unlined The two huht of theori were bred from the Fallen themselves Direct descendants of the ancients, and their looks proved it Not even the Irina were iori perfection prompted an instinctive revulsion

"There arecontinued to speak softly, but the Grigori still had no expression "Is there a master in the city? Has Volund come for a visit?"

With any luck, Rhys would have both of the women at the hospital Huori had drained too y, but the doctors would provide a safe place for the women’s bodies to heal the said, "and I will let you go You can chase after the huori’s expression changed The corner of his mouth lifted "Why run after the humans, scribe, when far more delectable flesh awaits those who please ht have been sucked frorinned, the s, "They’re baaaack We know--"

He broke off when Lang’s fist ori only spit out blood and s the Irina ho did not hesitate He pulled the soldier forward by the ear and smashed the ed in, and the Grigori dust rose

The watcher said nothing, staring at the grih the alley

"It’s happening again," he said Spinning around, Lang walked quickly, his long legs eating up the length of the alley while Malachi hurried to keep up

"Find Rhys Keep hunting I need to ain Look for Max and Renata If anyone knohat the Grigori may be up to, it will be Max And Renata will be able to contact Sari"

"I’ll keep hunting," Malachi assured hi opened the door

"This will not happen again," Lang said "Not in ot in the car and shot out into the street Rhys found Malachi only a few ht air "Where did Lang go?"

"The Grigori know the Irina are back," he said "He went back to the house"

"Daed "No need He keeps a flat don He’s not nearly as secretive as he’d like to think"