The Mortal Touch by Naomi Clark

Author:Naomi Clark
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Naomi Clark
Published: 2021-06-09T16:00:00+00:00

I HAD NO INTENTION of dressing up for Obsidian, but I did need to put some thought into my outfit. I didn’t intend to go in unarmed. It was another hot, humid night, and I grimaced at the thought of layering up, especially if I was going into a dingy club full of sweaty people.

It had to be done though. I pulled on clean black jeans and holstered the Ghost at my hip. I added a black tank top and threw an old red and black check shirt over the top. It hid the shape of the gun well enough, and would be infinitely lighter than my leather jacket. I stuck Ezra’s knife in the jeans pocket, and then cursed as I remembered I still hadn’t gotten my stiletto back.

Once again, I wavered over whether to take a stake, and once again decided against it. I needed a backpack, I thought as I re-braided my wet hair. It wasn’t ideal in the middle of a fight to have to rummage through one and hope you grabbed a weapon in time, but on reconnaissance shit like this, I’d always carried one. Stakes, ammo, vials of salt water, a nasty hunting knife, and a chef’s blow torch had all been essential equipment.

I’d make do with the gun and the knife tonight. Honestly, I didn’t anticipate needing either, but it didn’t pay to be complacent. I pulled on my boots and went back downstairs. Kinley hadn’t moved from the bucket chair, but he was leafing through a book on the history of Arctic exploration. Elijah sat on the back of the chair, looking for all the world as though he was reading over Kinley’s shoulder.

“Interesting?” I asked, making him jump.

He slammed the book shut with a furtive look. “I like exploration stuff,” he said, almost apologetically. “The Lost World and Journey to the Center of the Earth, stuff like that.” He put the book carefully back on the shelf.

I nodded. “I’ve got a copy of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea somewhere,” I said, and noted the gleam of interest in his tired eyes. “I’ll dig it out later, if you take a goddamn shower when we get back.”

He grunted and shrugged. “Let’s just get to Obsidian,” he said. “If I can get through that, I’ll take a fucking bath in ass’s milk if it’ll get you off my case.”

I was about to snap that I hadn’t exactly begged him to move into my bus, but I took a deep breath and held my tongue. I might not like it, but he was here and he could be helpful. And Ezra’s veiled threat still echoed in the back of my mind. Kinley didn’t deserve to be Mr. Cold’s target, no matter how unwashed and bratty he was.

“Just regular water will do,” I told him. I gave Elijah a quick pet and mustered a grim smile for Kinley. “Let’s go clubbing.”

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