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Malachi was tired of Dahts of stalking and waiting and violence Perhaps someday he would join the more peaceful of their brethren in a rural scribe house like Rhys was always talking of doing He would cloak his arhts watching the stars, perhaps even soed his life so he could fade into the heavens as so many Irin had after their mates were torn from them

Malachi had no mate Only a handful of scribes did And it was because of the cursed Grigori that he and all his kind were fated to spend their long lives alone

He was kidding himself He’d never retire fro as he lived

"You have a job to do, Malachi" Da a human woman who happens to catch your eye"

"Yes, Watcher"

"Keep me informed of your movements I want to knohere you are"

"Have Rhys enable the tracker on my phone He can do that now, you know You can watch me move on the map, if you want"

Damien paused "He can do that?"

Malachi chuckled "Welcome to the twenty-first century, old friend"

The tour boat had reached the end of the Golden Horn and had turned back toward the Galata Bridge when Ava approached hi activity Leo was addicted to that involved shooting birds at pigs It was oddly satisfying; the pigs exploded in a puff not unlike the Grigori when you put a knife in the right place He glanced up when he saw her move, then watched silently as she approached the bench in the corner where he had positioned hih as she walked, an unwieldy cargo he’d never seen her without

She paused in front of him, then sank onto the wooden bench opposite as Malachi hid his phone

"I’ed "So why did you take the tour?"

"You’re supposed to take a tour of Istanbul from the sea Didn’t you know that?"

He smiled "Do you always do what you’re supposed to?"

"Hardly ever, but this is work"

"What do you do?" He already knew Rhys had given him a full profile on her the day after he’d discovered her naazines"

Ava Matheson was considered one of the top travel photojournalists in her field, distinguishing herself by her willingness to go to the ry print and online world In fact, the more remote the location, the more attractive the job seemed to be for her She’d climbed mountains in Peru and Nepal, traversed the Gobi Desert, and boated the Orinoco The burgeoning ecotouris the luxurious in the most remote places in the world She seen her to one Malachi had no idea what she was doing in Istanbul, as Rhys could find no record of a commission from any of her usual clients