"She's alright. You know she is. She's also Whistler's daughter."
Abby looked out at the city, worried tears in her eyes. "I know that, but she's in New York still. We're in the next Nightstalker locale. Annie has no idea where we are. She's never left my side when we relocate. She doesn't know where the other sleeper cells are."
"Hound'll find us, Abs." King told the archer, taking Blade's side. "She knows your scent. She's a smart girl. Before you know it, Hound's gonna come limping in while trying to reassure you. She'll be beaten bloody and all fucked up as she wears a lop sided, fangy grin, repeating that she's fine. You'll be arguing with her over how long and how much blood she'll need to recover. You know she'll be fine."
"I know, I know. She'll come trotting in like the good little puppy she is." Abby sighed. "But I can't help but worry about her. She's my little sister. I promised my mother, her mother and our father that I'd keep an eye on her and that I'd never leave her side…damn it! I'm several cities away and I have no idea where she is!"
King scratched his head before going to tuck Zoey into bed, leaving Blade alone with Abby. The male Daywalker watched the archer, knowing what he had to say.
"You know, Whistler-it could be worse. She could be with Drake."