Shadows and Gold: An Elemental Legacy Novella by Hunter Elizabeth

Author:Hunter, Elizabeth [Hunter, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: E. Hunter
Published: 2014-12-06T16:00:00+00:00

“When are you going to start speaking to me again?” Tenzin asked, sitting uneasily across from Ben in the truck. It wasn’t his anger making her uneasy. It was his driving. She was completely at ease with his anger.

Whatever.

“This is going to be a very long trip,” she continued, “if you refuse to speak to me.”

Ben said nothing. He was pissed. More than pissed. Actually angry. Because they’d killed three vampires who belonged to someone he assumed was important, they’d sped out of Kashgar as soon as the truck was loaded. They didn’t go back to his hostel. They didn’t see the Apak Hoja Mausoleum like he’d wanted to. They didn’t get to visit the market or the central mosque. And all of his things, including his books, were left at the hostel. All he had on him was the bag with his computer, wallet, and passport. And his weapons.

Fucking Tenzin.

It wasn’t the first time she’d pulled him into some shit she dreamed up or sought out. And while she’d saved his life, he was fairly convinced a little strong-arming and verbal intimidation of the VIC would have avoided the entire mess. But why find the vampire in charge and negotiate when you could just kill a bunch of people you didn’t care about? And if your traveling companion had a little brain matter splattered across his face and had to knife someone in the gut, what was the big deal?

She settled into the seat across from him and Ben kept driving. By his calculation, they had a little over two hours of full night left. Then Tenzin could crawl in the cubbyhole for the rest of the trip, as far as he was concerned. He had half a mind to leave her in the middle of Xinjiang and fly home. Only the lure of the gold and garnet Scythian necklace carefully packed with the rest of her cache and surrounded by wilted vegetables made him stick with the truck.

Mercenary? Maybe. But then, he was traveling with a mercenary. Tenzin didn’t lie about that. Why would she when she enjoyed it?

Ben glanced at her, but her eyes were closed and she was doing the meditating thing she did when she was tuning the world out.

The question of Tenzin’s mental state was one Ben had thought long and hard over.

She was crazy. That had never been in question. Ben figured that anyone who’d lived as long as Tenzin and seen a fraction of what he imagined—and Ben had a vivid imagination and a good grasp of history—would be unbalanced. She had moments when he could swear she wasn’t even in the room with him. Moments when she’d turn to him and a second of insanity was caught in her eyes. Cold. In that second, Ben knew she didn’t know him. Didn’t know anything except whatever inner rage forced her to keep living as long as she had.

Then she blinked and she was herself again.

Crazy? Yes. And funny. Sarcastic. Caring. Pragmatic. The oddest combination of child and ancient he’d ever seen or ever would see.

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