The Wind City by Summer Wigmore

Author:Summer Wigmore [Wigmore, Summer]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780992257828
Publisher: Steam Press
Published: 2013-11-30T07:00:00+00:00

8

Saint woke with a groan. “Gods, I feel horrible. What… ” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looked around groggily. Sat up straight. “Okay, that must’ve been quite the night! No vomit though. So, y’know, not my worst night ever.” He’d been sleeping right here on the road, apparently; it was now very early morning, and there were a few people on the streets, joggers mainly, busily avoiding him.

He grinned at one of them. “Hey there,” he said brightly, with a little wave. She looked mildly terrified and jogged faster. He chuckled, dry, and rubbed at his head – wait. No headache. No nausea either, just tiredness and the sort of gritty, grimy feeling that came from sleeping out in the open, in clothes you’d worn for a few days. First stop home, then. But if he wasn’t hungover then –

“Noah?” Saint said aloud as he stood up, and Noah was standing beside him, even vaguer and harder to see than usual. Right, sunrise was bad for magic. Or something.

“Please don’t die,” Noah said.

“Damn, there go my plans for the weekend,” Saint said. “Is extreme knife-dodging still allowed? I had that pencilled in for Monday, after my cyanide tasting class.”

“I mean it. Don’t die. Please? Humans die so easily and… ” He looked away. “And that’s my fault.”

Ahh. That’d explain why he got so twitchy about humans dying. Actually that explained a lot of things, if it was true. Even if Noah just thought it was true. “Is that why you’re doing this whole crusade?” Saint asked curiously. People were staring, of course they were, he was a handsome but crumpled man talking to the air, but right now he couldn’t be bothered worrying about that. This was important, and it had been a while since he’d last eaten, and gods did he want a shower. “To make it up to us somehow?”

Noah nodded. “I have to protect you, all of you,” he said. “I have to.”

“Swell.” Saint covered a yawn and started walking. “Tell me all about it when I get home, huh?”

“You should… probably hear it sooner,” Noah said, keeping pace with him, “I should’ve told you sooner. Who I am – was. Who I was. You should know.”

“Casper the Friendly Ghost?” Saint asked cheerfully, and waved down a bus before Noah could glare at him too much. Noah didn’t join him on the bus, which was – irritating, but then again talking to the air on a bus was even crazier than doing it on the street. Saint curled up near the back, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious when the driver stared at him. He really needed to get cleaned up. Being unshaven was pretty dashing and roguish, it went okay with the lovably fearless image and whatnot, but being unwashed, ha nope not so much. He had an image to maintain.

Then he thought of dark eyes and rain falling and buses, oh, fuck, this had been a terrible idea, how had he not thought of that? To

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