Incorruptible by Lilith Saintcrow

Author:Lilith Saintcrow
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-950447-11-4
Publisher: Lilith Saintcrow

The hardest thing was hefting his bigger black canvas duffel; thank God his smaller one was in the truck. Whatever he had in the big one—weapons, clothes, whatnot—weighed a goddamn ton. Worse, he wouldn’t let them take the elevator, so it was lugging both him and the duffel down twenty flights while praying nobody would be coming up. The hotel hadn’t wasted any aesthetic cash to soften the stairs, and their footsteps echoed loudly.

On the bright side, he swayed and veered drunkenly but largely managed to keep on his feet, and he dragged her rolling suitcase behind him with several thumps and bumps. At least she wasn’t going to lose all her clothes this time. And if she hitched the duffel onto her back, it wasn’t too bad, just clumsy. Her legs trembled and her knees weren’t too steady, but she could manage.

Barely.

The brightest news of all was the stab wound on his chest closing up, its edges raw and pink. He still looked green under the stairway fluorescents, and Jenna’s head still ached, but nowhere near as badly. “How is it doing that?” She almost regretted wasting breath on the question; her arms and legs were burning.

“Legion,” he said, clinging to the banister. His torn T-shirt flopped, crusted with who-knew how many kinds of drying ick. “Hard to…I’m hard to…kill. Plus…you. Grace.” Another deep breath, filling his lungs, and he straightened. “So much light,” he continued, wonderingly. “You saved us.”

“Yeah, well.” I’m glad it worked, whatever it was. All the same, if it made her feel so weak and shaky she’d prefer to never do it again, thank you very much. “How did they find us?”

“Don’t know. Yet.” He paused for a moment, hanging onto the metal banister covered with thick chipped paint. He was deadly sallow, two bright spots of color high on his cheekbones, and his blue gaze was a hawk’s fierce glare. “When I do…”

You know, I’m pretty sure that should frighten me. “Let’s just get out of here first.” She hauled him back as he overcorrected, both of them almost tumbling down the concrete stairs in a heap. There was scurrying motion and banging doors above and below them, but they were left in a bubble of solitude—which was great, because she didn’t know what to do if someone saw them. “Okay, so I did something. What did I do?” And can I do it again, if they come back?

“Light. In sliptime.” Michale coughed again, spat a wad of something tinged with bright crimson aside, and straightened as if he felt much better. “Beautiful.”

I’m gonna count that as a good thing. “All right.” She told her legs they were just going to have to deal with the current situation and tugged at the duffel’s strap cutting her right shoulder. “Come on, only ten more floors.”

By the time they spilled into the back end of the soaring, marble-sheathed lobby, Michael’s shirt crusted and sticking to his broad chest, he was walking more or less in a straight line.

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