In the sudden darkness I sensed more than saw him shift and lean closer to me on he bed. He leans in close,agonizingly close and takes my hand, but doesn't kiss me again, instead he whispers "Take this, let Closet dress you in what you'll need and go to the cars, I'll have someone meet you there."
Oh Gods, I thought, they're actually attacking. Jax promised they wouldn't.
"Narek." I whispered.
"Shh Kasta, we'll be fine." He squeezed my hand and I realized that he had put something in it. I ran my thumb across it's surface and encountered a small groove in the wooden surface. I felt something in my throat catch and I felt like crying, it was my knife. The knife, I realized, that I had tried to kill him with when we first encountered each other. I remembered throwing it at him, him catching it in midair, the steel and hawthorn not affecting him. Was all that really just last month?
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I was still stoking the notch in the hilt of my knife as I hurried to the garage, Closet had wasted precious time, dressing me in the dark green and black tunic, pants and boots of the Demon Assassins. It goes to show how much I've changed in the past month if I feel uncomfortable in what used to be a second skin. I stopped at the door, listening for any intruders, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, hearing nothing but my pounding heart as I crept in. I wondered who Narek had sent to take me to the safehouse. Wandering through the rows of cars, I finally picked a silver Subaru, fast, durable, and nondescript.
"What are you doing here?" A harsh voice came out of the darkness and I jumped, my heart in my throat. Mila materialized from the surrounding darkness, scowling. Damn demons with their shadow-walking abilities, I silently raged, no matter how many times they do it, I'll never get used to them popping in and out of shadows like that.
"When someone hands you a knife and tells you to run, you usually do it," I paused, "At least, you do it if it's Narek telling you to." Leave it to Mila to distract me when I'm trying to escape an attack of my former colleagues. I hear her mumble something that definitely wasn't flattering as the darkness enveloped her and she disappeared back into the shadows, probably back into the fight. Sounds of the attack reached my ears, echoing through the parking garage. I got into the car, heart racing. Why wasn't anyone here to take me to the safehouse? Just as I finished the thought, Mila reappeared in the front seat, her orange cat-pupiled eyes narrowing.
"The master wanted me to make sure you got to the car unharmed then report back to him, then take you to the safehouse." She said, and I gaped. Narek wanted her to take me to safety? I'd be better off fighting my way through the invading forces than trusting Mila to get me to safety. She'd probably give me over in a blink if she thought she could benefit from it.
