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"Aye, Peter," Jake says "And keep your mobile with you at all times," he tells the older man "Just in case"
In case of what?
"Will do, Master Jake," old Peter says
Noe’re on Canongate, walking two by two on the sidewalk Eli and I follow Jake and Tristan at a leisurely pace Just out of Tolbooth Wynd is Tolbooth Tavern I may hit that on the way back We pass several storefronts--Carson Clark Gallery, an antique map store with several cool prints framed and displayed A whiskey shop, a few cafés, a kilt maker, a woolen shop Part ofdelicious food in onna happen Not on this trip
The farther up we ascend the Royal Mile, the denser the sidewalk becoet a few curious looks at the ink onobnoxious The steel strapped to my side bounces with each step, and I shove a hand in h It’s already beco
I notice everyone aroundidle chatter inside pubs, utensils clacking against plates as they eat Laughter Norhts fall over us Shadows lengthen as alk
"Look," Eli says, and points
Way up on the craggy hill, as if it carved out of the rock itself, is Edinburgh Castle It’s lit up, and glows like a beacon over the aged city "Pretty cool," I answer, and truly it is Different from Julian Arcos’s castle in the Carpathians, yet the architecture is just as breathtaking
Ahead, several police cars and an ambulance are parked outside of a row of flats A news truck sits outside
"The combustion," I say to Eli "I can smell the charred flesh froo?"
I look at my fiancé and smile "No, not really But since I’ve hacked off several newlings’ heads, I a myself not to be squeaainst"
"That’s the spirit, girl," Tristan says over his shoulder "A true warrior"
"I’ll clear a path," Jake says
And by that I know he estion to o inside
Sure enough, the reporteron TV glances once at us, then turns and heads to his truck The police all do the sah the apart and to the victim
The scene is far froent scent of burnt human flesh permeates the hallway You don’t have to have special powers to smell that Not this close Jake enters first, followed by Tristan, then Eli, then me
"By Christ’s blood," Tristan mutters My eyes follow his to a pile of ash and bone, with two curiously unburned legs, heaped in the seat of a lazyboy chair The TV is on Smoke s