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margin-bottom: 24px; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"In retrospect, the four-inch heels had been a mistake. Olivia crouched down and took off her shoes, the wet cobbles of the quay cold against her stockinged /Jack watched. In the days since Harvey's death, he had agreed to take a shower, but refused to change his coat. It was an improvement, albeit a small one. Jed was perched atop a nearby wall, his wings outstretched, shielding himself from the drizzle. If you got over how oddly shaped he was, Olivia mused, he was actually pretty /"He's still in there?"br /Jack nodded. "He was talking with an albino lady. Something about Victor. Some kind of necromancy contract, I don't know. I didn't catch the whole thing."br /Shen froze at the mention of his sire. "Victor?"br /Jack tilted his head. "Guy you know?"br /"You could say that." said /"My sire." Shen clarified. "Oh, this is bad."br /Olivia looked over to the pub. "It's nearly closing time.
He'll have to leave, and we can track him back to his nest."br /"You reckon you can follow him?" Jed shifted on his /Olivia shook her head. "He can see through my veil, and he's faster than I am. If we could plant a tracking device on him without him noticing, then maybe."br /"Hounds,
then," said Shen, digging in his pocket for his phone. "We can follow his trail from a distance."br /Jed flipped his wings. "I can follow him from the sky."br /Olivia nodded grimly. "Alright then. Let's go."/p
margin-bottom: 24px; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"In retrospect, the four-inch heels had been a mistake. Olivia crouched down and took off her shoes, the wet cobbles of the quay cold against her stockinged /Jack watched. In the days since Harvey's death, he had agreed to take a shower, but refused to change his coat. It was an improvement, albeit a small one. Jed was perched atop a nearby wall, his wings outstretched, shielding himself from the drizzle. If you got over how oddly shaped he was, Olivia mused, he was actually pretty /"He's still in there?"br /Jack nodded. "He was talking with an albino lady. Something about Victor. Some kind of necromancy contract, I don't know. I didn't catch the whole thing."br /Shen froze at the mention of his sire. "Victor?"br /Jack tilted his head. "Guy you know?"br /"You could say that." said /"My sire." Shen clarified. "Oh, this is bad."br /Olivia looked over to the pub. "It's nearly closing time.
He'll have to leave, and we can track him back to his nest."br /"You reckon you can follow him?" Jed shifted on his /Olivia shook her head. "He can see through my veil, and he's faster than I am. If we could plant a tracking device on him without him noticing, then maybe."br /"Hounds,
then," said Shen, digging in his pocket for his phone. "We can follow his trail from a distance."br /Jed flipped his wings. "I can follow him from the sky."br /Olivia nodded grimly. "Alright then. Let's go."/p