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Aren lets out a caustic laugh
"It was probably Radath," I say quickly, before this discussion turns into an arguo to the Sidhe Tol if Naito tips them off to its location"
"No," Naito says "I don’t want anything to do withhis forearms on the table "You don’t have to see hiate and tell him fae will be there"
"He’ll question my motivation"
"Tell him Kelia’s left you for so
"We’ll find sorinds out
"I can call hiues, but in the end, he has no choice except to agree He gives me his father’s phone number with the caveat that I can’t call him from anywhere close by He doesn’t want Nakano to knohere he lives I think it’s overkill, but Aren has Nalst fissure me to a pay phone in New York
The call is short, partly because I don’t want to say anything that will make Nakano suspicious, butin the sa in New York, we’re at the city’s only gate I don’t realize the short turnaround tih the second fissure
As soon as the In-Between releases me, I collapse to s Knives of ice slashto see blood splatter on the dew-covered grass, but Nalst lifts s, half carries me to the back door and shoves it open
"Aren!"
By the time Aren reaches me, the world levels out The sharp cra behind a dull ache and soainst my cheek "Sidhe, you’re cold I should have made you drink the cabus Can you walk?"
At my nod, he leadswith his back to the wall, watching ive him a smile to tell him I’m fine His jaw clenches, but he returns his attention to theto his left, studying the maps, too Most of her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, but she’s left the front sections fraold locks brush the edge of the table
Aren lowers me into the chair across from her, then continues on into the kitchen
"Did you reach Nakano?" Lena asks without looking up
I glance towith his arm draped around Kelia’s shoulders He toys with the naive any indication to show he’s listening
"Yeah," I say "I couldn’t tell if he believed h in with an opinion I guess it doesn’tthrough with this noa fresh glass of cabus on the table I didn’t drink any of it before I guess I should have Because I’lass to my lips, and tiltfor a breath, but I onlyI swipe the back ofeyes I’d rather chew on bitterbark for a week than take another sip
"How’s the plan co I drink lass Eventually
Kyol’s eyes lances at the cabus, I realize I must look awful--pale, probably--and I have the distinct feeling he wants to walk around the table and take me in his arms
He doesn’t, of course His face expressionless, he turns to Aren and asks, "Howwith you?"
"Five," he answers,back our other three They’re not shadow-readers, just huht We’ll split them between the Sidhe Tol The fae who attack in Montana will have to do with just one"