Hellbender (The Fangborn Series Book 3) by Dana Cameron

Author:Dana Cameron [Cameron, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: 47North
Published: 2015-03-31T07:00:00+00:00

When the meeting adjourned, I pulled Heck aside. “How did you know where I was? How were you able to find that facility?”

“We’d tracked you and Fatima, and then your phone from their headquarters. Then we started listening in to the Order’s calls. We got a load of chatter and found it based on that.”

“Yeah, but we were in the middle of nowhere.” But Fatima had told me that someone had been asking questions about us in the village. I didn’t put anything beyond the Order.

As we walked down the hallway, Heck smiled, humorlessly. “I had eyes in the air.”

“Must have been a pretty good pilot to see through those trees. I wasn’t sure I could see the sky through them, but it felt like someone was watching me.”

Heck gave me a strange look. “Well, someone was. Just . . . maybe not what you were expecting.”

“In any case, I’d like to say thanks.”

“Well, you get your wish.” He opened the door to a room and we entered. “Jason Jordan, please meet Zoe Miller.”

I couldn’t make out many of the new guy’s features. The heavy coat he wore had a high collar, and he was wearing sunglasses. Which I kinda thought indicated he was being a dick, but then it occurred to me that there might be a reason other than wanting to appear cool.

On the other hand, the two ravens, one on each shoulder, were a truly startling feature. They didn’t make any noise, and each regarded the room as if sweeping it. I wasn’t sure I liked the way they peered at me. Black, glossy, enigmatic, they gave me the shivers. The ravens looked old, reptilian, hell, saurian in some respects, and something in my monkey brain said “predator.”

“Hi, Zoe,” Jason said. “Nice to meet you.” He was the Cousin with the odd headdress I’d seen in the shadows of the helicopter.

He stuck out his hand for me to shake, but his head was turned slightly askew, as if he was looking out of the corner of his eye at me.

Jason Jordan was blind, I realized.

No cane—how was he navigating? Almost as soon as I had the thought, the answer was clear. It was the ravens. The intensity of their gaze, the impenetrability of their demeanor . . .

I shivered again and then shook his hand. “Very pleased to meet you. And thank you. I could feel the breath of those guys on my neck as the helicopter came.”

“We do our best.” A faint smile flitted across his lips. “By we, I mean, let me introduce my friends. This is—”

“Hugin or Munin,” I almost said. But I kept my mouth shut.

“Jack and this”—he nodded to his right shoulder—“is Jill.”

“How do you do?” I said, disconcerted. I didn’t think offering them my hand to smell would be the right thing to do. They were more likely to bite it off.

Jill stood, shook out her feathered ruff, and flapped her wings. She was . . . startlingly large, this close up, and I was glad when she settled down.

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