Talon (The Talon Saga) by Julie Kagawa

Author:Julie Kagawa [Kagawa, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

Garret

Apparently, parties at seven o’clock didn’t really start at seven o’clock.

“Garret? Ohmygod, hi!” Kristin greeted, looking surprised as she opened the door. “I didn’t expect you to show. You’re, uh, early.”

I checked my watch. It read 6:55, barely toeing the line of punctuality where I was from. Let another couple minutes slide, and you’d be begging your drill sergeant to make an example of you. Confused, I glanced back at the girl and switched the case of beer to my other hand. “You said 7:00 p.m. this Saturday, right?”

“Well, yeah, but...” She shrugged and opened the door wider. “Come on in. Nobody’s here yet, but make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.” I stepped through the door into the foyer, taking a quick scan of the room. Bright and airy, with floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a clear view of the ocean, it was large, open and quite expensive looking. Everything was decorated in white. The walls—those not dominated by windows, anyway—were white. The kitchen was white marble and stainless steel. A white leather sofa curled in an L-shape around a black-and-white coffee table, which sat beneath a seventy-two-inch flatscreen on the wall. There were small splashes of color throughout the house—blue pillows on the sofa and fake trees in the corners—but most everything else was a stark, unyielding white.

“You can put the beer in the fridge, and there’s more there, if you want one,” Kristin called from a half-open door down the hall. “Or soda. Help yourself. People should be arriving soon.”

Uncomfortable, I took care of the beer then wandered into the living room, feeling awkward and out of place. Parties and strange houses weren’t really my thing. I would adapt, of course, but the only reason I was here hadn’t arrived yet and, from the looks of it, wouldn’t be here for a while.

“So, where’s your cousin?” Kristin asked, still yelling at me from down the hall. I wondered why she didn’t come out of her room if she wanted to talk. “What was his name, again? Travis or something?”

“Tristan,” I called back. “He came down with something and couldn’t make it.”

“Oh,” Kristin said. That was all. No “That’s too bad” or “I hope he feels better.” After another few seconds, I heard the door close down the hall. Just as well. My partner wasn’t really sick, of course. He was hunched over his laptop, watching the front door of the Hill residence. If the two guardians left the house, he would follow, see where they were going. If they didn’t, he would continue to observe. I was glad Tristan was on the computer tonight and not me. He didn’t mind long hours of surveillance; it was one of the reasons he was so good at what he did. Nothing escaped his notice, no matter how small or insignificant. If something strange was going on at the Hill residence, Tristan would know about it.

I also had a mission to accomplish tonight, though mine would be very different.

* * *

“I think we’re

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