Doctor Wolf (The Collegium Book 4) by Jenny Schwartz

Author:Jenny Schwartz [Schwartz, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Jenny Schwartz
Published: 2016-04-27T06:00:00+00:00

In fact, Liz didn’t have to contact her grandfather. Just mentioning the earl’s name was enough for the Collegium-bonded police mage to let them in, although the woman frowned at Albert.

“No tricks,” she said. She also refused to leave the private room.

However, having won the concession to speak with the mage Liz decided not to push their luck.

Carson did that for her. He addressed the mage in Russian.

The man lying in the bed brightened. He was average height, unimpressive, except for the intelligence that shone so strongly in his green eyes, denying the effects of his concussion. And besides intelligence, there was an impression of violence and aggression, smothered in a cloak of affability. Words accompanied by lavish gestures spilled out. Some of it sounded like swearing, especially when the mage mimed spitting.

“For this I hauled myself out of bed,” Albert muttered from his wheelchair.

“I told you not to,” Liz reminded him.

He glared at her. “Speak English,” he demanded of the man in the bed.

The other mage spared Albert one scathing look. “No.”

Despite everything, Liz had to fight the urge to giggle. However, a glimpse of the police guard showed an equally unhappy expression, so Liz swallowed her laughter. Apparently the Collegium mage didn’t understand Russian, either, and the rogue mage was taking full advantage of that fact. What made it more galling still for the two watching and frustrated mages was that, judging by Carson’s thoughtful frown, the rogue mage’s volubility conveyed some interesting information.

Carson asked a question or two, then nodded, frowning. Mage and wolf-were stared at one another for a long moment. There was a final machine-gunfire quick exchange of question and answer, then Carson maneuvered Albert’s chair out of the room.

“What did he say?” the police guard demanded just outside the open door.

Carson glanced back into the room.

The Russian mage grinned at them; a cheery, malignant Santa Claus.

“He said his boss had a deal with an English wolf-were. Sergei was to break the wards around my greenhouse, then men the English wolf-were supplied would steal the Elixir Gentian.” Evidently Carson had decided that his gentians and their potentially life-giving properties were an open secret. He didn’t even glance at the listening police guard. He stared at Liz. “When the greenhouse break-in failed, Sergei had a bad headache.”

“Ha!” Albert pounded the arm of his wheelchair. “Ow.”

“The English wolf-were took advantage of Sergei’s ill health to inveigle him into another scheme. Sergei agreed since he knew his boss would want Daria Gretsky punished. A favor was owed Andrew Thirkell.”

Liz glanced back at the Russian mage.

He smiled, beatifically.

She felt sick in her stomach.

“Bastard.” Albert’s whispered comment summed up her feelings perfectly.

The Russian’s smile faded as the two mages locked gazes.

Albert leaned forward in his wheelchair.

“No!” The Collegium-trained police guard walked between them, cutting their dueling gazes, and closed the door.

“It’s better later, anyway. I eat revenge cold.” Albert nudged Liz’s foot. “Do you know who the English wolf-were is?”

“I know,” Carson said grimly. “John will want to deal with him.

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