Blood Before Sunrise: A Shaede Assassin Novel by Bonilla Amanda

Author:Bonilla, Amanda [Bonilla, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781101587140
Publisher: PENGUIN group
Published: 2012-07-02T22:00:00+00:00

“I’m sorry,” I said under my breath as I laid the note on the pillow. “But it’s the only way I can keep you safe. I love you, Tyler.” I took a deep breath and quelled the sob rising in my throat. “I wish for you to stay in the city until I come home. I wish for you to let me go without coming to find me.” Silent tears streamed down my cheeks. Tyler stirred, a tremor moving along his beautiful body before his eyes opened. For a single moment we stared at each other, the pain of my words etched into every line of his face. Twilight, as gray and sad as my ragged emotions, swallowed my physical body whole, and I fled like a coward under the cover of near dark.

I’d never hated the cold detachment of my own apartment as much as I did when I pulled the broken hourglass from my safe. I held it in my trembling hands, fighting the urge to smash the thing against the bricks of my wall. I needed a fucking shower and a stiff drink—and to sleep for about a year and a half. But I wasn’t going to get any of those things—not for a while.

After I found Brakae, I’d come crawling back to Tyler if he wanted. My stomach turned at the betrayal. That I’d left in the night like the thief I now was would probably piss him off to no end. But I’d spend forever making it up to him, if he’d let me.

I paced the apartment for five minutes and forty-seven seconds—God I hated the sound of time!—before I dialed Fallon’s number.

“Do you have it?” he asked in an excited tone.

“I do.”

“Bring it to me.”

“No.” Fallon was as dumb as a sack of rocks if he thought I’d just hand the hourglass over without getting what I wanted in return. “I want the Oracle first. You give me Delilah—speaking and in her right mind—and you’ll get this piece-of-shit hourglass. No negotiation.”

Silence answered, and I pictured Fallon sitting on one of those god-awful beds at Seven, slowly strangling the nearest human waitress in frustration. I hoped he was—frustrated, that is, not strangling anyone. Though I wouldn’t put it past the creepy fucker to be into that shit. “Of course.” His smooth reply reeked of barely controlled rage. “I wouldn’t dream of not fulfilling my end of our bargain.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t dream of it.” My voice carried a sarcastic edge I hoped he noticed. Bastard. “Can we do this in an hour?”

“It might raise suspicion,” he said. “I’m scheduled to take the midnight shift. Just don’t come stomping right up to the gate. I don’t need your face plastered all over security camera footage. Come cloaked by darkness, and I’ll let you in when I make my rounds. Don’t try to scale the walls; they’re protected by wards. The front gate is the only way in—or out. I’ll meet you at the entrance at one. Agreed?”

As if I had a choice.

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