Primitive: Chapter 13

Christophe followed Lykos down the small hill to the stream.  There was a source of water in the caves, but it didn’t have fish.  Lykos kept the leash short, only a few feet, but there was an additional coil of chain in his hand.  His wrist and ankle cuffs, however, weren’t secured together, allowing in freedom of movement otherwise.  Lykos rarely bothered with those chains anymore, but he never removed the leash.  It was no longer even fastened to the collar by a lock.  Lykos had used his power to seal the links to create a ten-foot length of unbroken chain permanently attached to the collar, though longer lengths were often attached.

He sat on a rock, enjoying the sun as Lykos gave the stream one of his critical looks.  “Overhunting.  Fish too small.”  Lykos glared at the water, then sniffed it and wrinkled his nose.  “Fertilizer run off.  Shameful.”

“They’ve been trying to pass laws about the runoff problems, but the corn industry has a powerful lobby.”  Christophe lay back on the rock.  Lykos had secured the leash, giving him about a twenty-foot radius to move around in.  But with living half naked in a cool cave most of the time, the sun felt good and he saw no need to move from where he currently was.  Off in the distance he saw a helicopter heading west.

“Lobbyists.  Should all be drawn and quartered.”  Lykos shook his head as he waded into the river.

“Can’t really argue with that.”  He lifted himself up to rest a hand on his head.  Watching Lykos catch fish with his bare hands remained fascinating.  The man had attempted to teach him and Christophe had even managed it once, but Lykos made it look far easier than it actually was.  Within a few minutes, several fish were on the bank.

Cleaning the fish and game, however, remained his task.  He was getting better at it.  Lykos had caned his feet twice before he’d gotten the hang of properly butchering a deer.  He’d wondered at why the man had brought back so much before realizing that the leaves were falling.  Lykos was stocking up for winter.  “You like chickens?”

It took him a moment to realize Lykos had asked him a question.  “I like chicken.”

“Not chicken.  Chickens.”  Lykos gestured for him to grab the fish.  “I think I steal some.  Eggs.  Meat.  Build little coop.”  He shook his head.  “Cow too big.  Goats better.”

“You…”  He picked up the fish.  “You talk like you intend to stay in the caves forever.”

“Good place.  Secure.”  Lykos nodded.  He frowned when he looked at Christophe, and a couple expressions crossed his face.  “You don’t want to live in cave forever.”

I want you to let me go.  He didn’t say the words aloud.  “I kind of miss television sometimes.  And uh…”  He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Lonely.”  Lykos gave him a look that was surprisingly sympathetic.

“A little.”  He watched Lykos unfasten his leash from the tree for the trip back.

“Perhaps…”  Lykos hesitated before he started back toward the cave.  “We can go north.  Canada.  Find small town where no one will look for us.”

“That uh…”  Christophe nodded.  “Yeah.”

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Primitive: Chapter 10

Guerin looked up at the man who’d entered Darin’s office.  He’d been expecting a scientist, not someone built like a linebacker.  Guerin nodded.  “Thank you for coming, Mr. Wōtan.”

“A pleasure.”  Mr. Wōtan accepted Guerin’s handshake.  “I was told there was a sighting.  Would it be possible to speak with the witnesses?”

“I’m afraid it would not.”  Darin stood, and also shook Mr. Wōtan’s hand.  “Given the delicacy of the matter, the situation had to be contained.”

Mr. Wōtan nodded.  “I see.”

“What can you tell us about this creature?”  Darin folded his arms.  “Is he an extraterrestrial?”

“Quite the opposite, really.”  Mr. Wōtan’s spoke with an accent that sounded Russian.  It put Guerin slightly on edge.  “I would require access to the samples you took to confirm, but if I am correct…”  He shrugged.  “Then you may be better off thinking of him as primordial rather than extraterrestrial.”

“You mean what?” Guerin blinked.  “He’s some kind of Neanderthal throwback?”

“That is one way to put it.”  Mr. Wōtan set his briefcase on the table.

“Mr. Wotan…”  Guerin narrowed his eyes.  “That thing has my son.”

“I am aware of the situation.”  Mr. Wōtan gave Guerin a sympathetic look.  “However, if he was going to kill the boy he would have done it already.  Mr. Darin says that the creature took the boy to bait you into a trap?”

“Christophe confirmed it when the thing let me talk to him.”  Guerin swallowed.  He could still hear Christophe’s bitten back cry of pain.  “This thing needs to be neutralized.”

“Contained.”  Mr. Wōtan’s voice was firm and calm.

“It’s —”

“Captain Guerin, I cannot stress this enough, and I have the backing of your superiors on the matter.”  Mr. Wōtan met his eyes.  “The creature is to be taken alive.”

“You have any idea how many people it’s already killed?”  Guerin glared at him.  “This thing, Li-cost or —”

“Lykos.”

“What?”  Guerin blinked.

“His name…”  Mr. Wōtan smiled.  “Is Lykos.”

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Learning Photoshop: Day 13 – Text Image

Alright, returning to the one I had initially planned to do yesterday before I decided to make planets explode instead.  As a writer, I’m aware words have power.  That power can be increased by adding an image.  I used this tutorial.

 

The stock I used for this particular piece is courtesy of  Shiskababe  on DeviantArt.

My results?

I think if I redo this one, I will create a layer mask and use it to fade the words as they get further from the image.

Dragonlord : Chapter 2

Bastien stared up at his captor before testing the manacles again.  There was no give in the chain, and short of removing his thumbs he would not be able to slide the metal off his wrists.  “Well, Rien…”  He emphasized the man’s name.  “That seems rather unlikely.  Now, if you wish to ensure a ransom is paid, I suggest —”

The big man tossed something to Bastien.  It landed next to him with a clanking sound, and Bastian felt a slight chill when he realized the item was a heavy steel collar.  “Don’t worry.”  Rien smiled.  “You’ll get used to the idea.  We’ve still got some travel ahead of us.”

“You cannot possibly imagine I will be cooperative.”  He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, I’m absolutely sure you won’t be cooperative.”  Rien’s smile widened.  “That’s going to be half the fun.”  Rien rose, picking up a set of manacles joined by a long chain as he did.  Then he started toward Bastien.  As soon as he reached for Bastien’s ankle, Bastien pulled his leg back before lashing out.  The big man moved fast enough that the kick didn’t connect.  Bastien tried to shift for a better angle of attack, and was caught by the length of chain securing his wrists to the tree.  He growled.  Rien gave him a smug look.  “And you are definitely going to be fun.”

He kicked again when Rien approached, this time connecting with a glancing blow.  The larger man nearly caught his ankle that time, and Bastien jerked back.  With his hands secured and little room to maneuver, he was at a decided disadvantage even before taking into account his opponent’s greater size and strength.

On the third try, the man caught his ankle and pulled.  Bastien slid forward before his wrists were caught by the chain, sending pain up his arms.  The heartbeat it took him to regain leverage enough to be able to pull back was enough for the man to close one of the shackles around his ankle.  Bastien tried to yank his leg back, but the big man kept hold of the chain.  He lifted it, yanking Bastien’s leg into the air and causing the wrist manacles to yank at his shoulders again.  The other end of the chain was tossed over a tree branch and the man used it as a pulley to lift and pull Bastien.  He cried out in pain, and heard Rien laugh.

“You can give me your other ankle…”  Rien shrugged.  “And be a bit more comfortable, or you can make me fight for it and I’ll leave you suspended.”  He reached for Bastien’s other leg.

Using his trapped ankle for leverage, Bastien kicked again.  This time his foot connected with his captor’s face.  Bastien felt the man’s nose break beneath the blow.  The big man dropped the chain, and Bastien fell back, landing painfully on his wrists.

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Truth and Shadows : Chapter 4

“For a couple months, things went smoothly for us.  We kept our relationship between us and…”  Viteri shifted a little.  “Ma’am, uh…”  He hesitated.

“Mr. Viteri?”  She raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it’s just you seem like a proper lady, so I’m not sure…”  He gave her an awkward look.  “Just there are places where the details are a little important so…”

“I’m a big girl, Mr. Viteri.”  She smiled a little.

“Right.  But if you get uncomfortable, then uh…”  He shrugged.  “Right.  Anyway.”  He took a deep breath.  “Tobias and I, we got to know each other in a lot of different ways, and we learned some things about ourselves too.”

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Hunting: Chapter 17

He woke up, then looked around before awareness flooding back in.  “Ash.”  He started trying to sit up, only to realize he was tangled in various medical things.

“It’s alright.”  A calm voice said and someone reached over to pat his arm.  “You’re in the hospital.  Magda said to make sure to tell you as soon as you woke up that everyone is alright and they are looking for Ash right now.”

Stephan nodded.  The woman sitting by his bed looked to be in her early fifties.  She was a light skinned black woman, with warm eyes and a pleasant smile.  He tilted his head.  “Are you Laura’s mother?”

“I’m Gabriel’s mother.”  She smiled.

“You’re…”  He blinked.

“He’s adopted.”  She shrugged.  “We thought it best if someone was on hand to reassure you as soon as you woke up…”  She lowered her voice conspiratorially.  “So we may have let them all believe you’re my nephew.”

“Right.”  He shifted on the hospital bed.  “So, Aunt…”

“Patricia Williams, but you may call me Patty.”

“Aunt Patty…”  He nodded.  “Fill me in.”

“Good news first.”  She leaned back.  “Anna and her baby are healthy.  I’m not sure what all is going on and as soon as things are settled I am going to box some people’s ears, but Gabriel said to tell you that he’s ‘playing guardian angel’ and that as soon as…”  She took a deep breath and shook her head disapprovingly.  “Your ass can get out of bed Matthias is probably going to need you.”

“Yeah.  Probably.”  He started to sit up, then gave a frustrated sigh.  “Don’t suppose they left any —”

She offered him a set of clothes.  “I’ll be right outside.”

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Hunting: Chapter 13

Daniel looked around.  “Matthias?”

“Hmmm…?”  Matthias glanced over his shoulder.

“I’m leaving you for Ted’s kitchen.”

“What?”  Matthias blinked.

“You really can’t blame him.”  Magda chuckled as she looked around, then she turned toward Ted.  “You have a lovely home.”

“Thank you.”  Ted smiled.  “There are two guest bedrooms.  One has its own bathroom.  Anna may be more comfortable in that one, considering her condition.”

“Ted uh…”  Magda shrugged.  “Do you mind if I do use your kitchen?  I mean, the least I can do is make you all dinner.”

“Oh, not at all.  Please, make yourselves at home.”

“Yeah, uh…”  Michaels was looking out the back window.  “Dog boy kind of found your hot tub already and…”  He shrugged.  “Someone might want to ask him to put his clothes back on or something.”

“No, they don’t have to.”  Laura was also standing at the back window, her head tilted as she smiled dreamily.  Michaels gave her a look before putting his hand over her eyes.  She ducked away then stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’ll uh…”  Magda sighed.  “Just go take care of that.”

“There are towels in the cupboard there.”  Ted pointed.

“I can cook too…”  Daniel nodded.  “But Magda is much better at baking and at French cuisine which makes sense because she’s actually French even though she’s got like a Norse name and that’s because Matthias’s dad was an actual Viking and actually I’m not sure what Magda’s real name is but she’s been using Magda since he was born so I guess it’s her real name now and anyway I took a bunch of cooking classes in college so that I could —”

“Breath,” Gabriel said as he walked by.

“Yeah.”  Daniel took a deep breath, then smiled apologetically at Ted.  “Sorry.  I start talking when I’m nervous and I’m really nervous around you guys cause of everything and I just want you to know we won’t mess up your place at all and we can help out with anything you need and let us know what foods you like so we can cook and I cook anyway cause Anna’s down to only about six things she can eat without her stomach getting upset so I just try to make those —”

“Breath.”  Matthias patted his shoulder.

Ted tried not to smile as the young man inhaled deeply before launching into yet another rambling assurance.  “Daniel, son, please.”  Ted held up his hands.  “Sit down before you really do talk until you pass out.”  Then he shrugged.  “I do have a security system.  There are cameras on the front and back doors.  It’s not active at the moment, but I’m guessing at least one of you has the expertise to set it up.”

Matthias nodded.  “Where’s the control panel?”

“By the garage door.”  He watched the man walk away.  Matthias was massive even before taking into account the man could, according to Laura, turn into a ten-foot-tall werewolf.  He almost jumped when he felt Gabriel’s hand on his shoulder.

“You alright with this, Ted?”

“I issued the invitation, didn’t I?”  Ted smiled at him, and then mentally kicked himself.  “Though uh…”  He exhaled.  “Can I assume that werewolves have excellent hearing and other senses?”

“Yes.”  Matthias called from the other room.  “Werewolves do.”

“Oh.”  Well.  That was going to make some things very, very awkward.

Gabriel leaned forward, and whispered into his ear.  “You’ve still got my extra key, right?”

Ted smiled.

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Wren and Adam : Chapter 13

He grinned when Stasya greeted him with a full-on hug.  Patrick settled for affectionately punching him in the shoulder.  “Hey, Baby Bear.”  Stasya let him go.  “What’s the situation?”

“Still something of an unknown.”  Adam took a deep breath.  “Dealing with…”  He blinked, then looked around.  Patrick’s suitcase was sitting open on the table, but Stasya’s dress was flung over the back of a chair.  “So, what exactly happened after I got teleported out of the back of that limo?”

“Well, you see…”  Patrick shrugged and spread his hands.  “Son, there are bird, and there are bees, and when…”

“Oh, shut up.”  Adam chuckled, then turned to Stasya.  “You have terrible taste in men.”

“I know.”  She nodded.

“Anyway…”  Adam winked at Patrick, who grinned.  “We are dealing with a couple witches.  One managed to block some of Wren’s magic…”  And he’d cheerfully kill to learn how the man had pulled that off.  “And the other apparently put Sima through a wall.”  That one he wanted to high five.

“So, it was a wolf or a vamp.”  Patrick sat, putting his feet up on the table.

“Sima claims she’d have known if they were.”  Adam shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed.  “Additional complication, they both appear to be LEOs.”

“Cops are not attention we want drawn, Baby Bear.”  Stasya smacked Patrick’s feet down before sitting in his lap.

“I know.”  Adam twitched a shoulder.

“You alright, Baby Bear?”  She narrowed her eyes.

“I’ll be fine, Mama Bear.”  He smiled.  She gave him a skeptical look, but nodded.  “We’ve got the names of the cops.”

“This a recruit or capture mission?”  Patrick put his arm around Stasya as he sat up a little.

Adam frowned.  “It’s take them in alive, by whichever method.”

“So maximum chances for things to go horribly wrong.”  Patrick nodded.  “Alright, let’s do the legwork thing.”

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Hunting: Chapter 6

Stephan switched radio stations a few times before sighing and just turning the radio off entirely.  “Today’s music sucks.”

“You really want to get into a ‘back in my day’ conversation with me?”  Magda raised an eyebrow.

“Not all today’s music sucks.  Just the popular stuff that gets played all the time.”  Ash leaned forward from the backseat.  “No classical station?”

“Lost it about twenty miles ago.  Doubt we’ll pick another up until we are closer to a big city.”  Stephan looked out the window.  “At least the landscape is pretty.”

“I remember reading once that the Pacific Northwest is technically a rainforest, just not a tropical one.”  Magda smiled.  “If we weren’t in a hurry, I wouldn’t mind…”  She shrugged.  “Well, going wolf and running around in there a while.”

“Me either.”  Ash chuckled.  “There is a lot of seismic activity, and the Cascade Range has risen in just the last 5 million years.  Volcanoes are all over, and it’s not just the big ones Mount St. Helens.  There is a string of like twenty major volcanic centers that create a network of small, shorter-lived volcanoes and underneath that the ocean plate plunges under the North American plate.  The subduction creates all kinds of cool effects and there are things like hot springs and stuff all over the place.”

“Who let the nerd out?”  Stephan grinned at him.  His tone was light, but he couldn’t help but give a quick look at Magda.  She was smiling too.  That was the most words Ash had strung together since they’d rescued him.  “Can’t say I’d mind visiting a hot spring after we save the day.”

“It goes up into Canada.  Mount Cayley is one of the most spectacular landscapes in the world.  The natives call it the landing place of the thunderbird, and Dad promised…”  Ash trailed off.  He made a small whimpering sound before retreating into the backseat again.

He swallowed, then glanced at Magda.  “I bet some of the best geological stuff is under the water.  Maybe after we save the day, we can look into renting one of those glass bottomed boats.”  He turned toward the backseat.  “Do some fishing?”

“Woof.”  Ash nodded.

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Wren and Adam : Chapter 10

The massive werewolf simply picked up one of the cars and tossed it aside as it kept moving toward Stasya.  Stasya was cornered.  In the form of the tiger, Adam leaped down, landing a few feet in front of her and between her and the werewolf.  He roared, startling the werewolf back a step.  Unfortunately, rather than retreat it roared back and kept coming.

He leaped, prepared to rend with tooth and claw.  The werewolf, however, countered with a blow that sent him flying.  He shifted a heartbeat before he would have hit the water, spreading seagull wings to change direction.  Alright, tiger not sufficient.  He switched forms a foot off the ground.  The werewolf turned in time to see the rhino charging straight for him.  It leaped clear.  There was the crack of a rifle as Patrick took that opening to start shooting.

As a human he slid in next to Stasya.  It didn’t seem all that long ago he’d have found being completely naked next to a woman in public in broad daylight rather embarrassing.  Werewolves apparently could shift without losing their clothes, but he had absolutely no idea how they pulled that off.  “Patrick called for extraction.  Let’s get you clear.”

“I’m out of…”  She cursed and pointed at where the werewolf had leaped onto the boat Patrick was using as a position.  “It’s after him.”

“We can —”

“It takes silver to kill an alpha, Baby Bear.”  Stasya got to her feet.  “We can’t do enough damage without —”

“Dammit.  I’m not leaving him.”  Patrick was his friend.  Hell, Patrick was his best friend.  Adam started to stand.  He’d already tried shifting into a werewolf form, but all it had done was shoot agony through him without changing him at all.  Whatever a werewolf was, he couldn’t duplicate it.  “Get moving, I’ll…”  There had to be something he could…  His eyes widened.  “Get it to the other side of the boat.  Close to the water.”

“You have plan?”  She blinked at him.

“I have plan.”

“Go, Baby Bear.”  She nodded and hefted her rifle before running toward the boat.

Adam shifted into a bird and took flight.

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Hunting: Chapter 5

He glared.  Ash made a whining sound, then pawed at his leg.  “Mine.”  Ash whimpered.  “You ate your share already.”  Ash stuck out his lower lip, then nuzzled Stephan before whimpering again.  “Fine.”  He handed the rest of the container of fries to Ash, who grabbed them and immediately retreated before Stephan could change his mind.  “Butthead.”

Magda just rolled her eyes.  “Ash, it’s your turn for cleanup duty and puppy eyes are not going to get you out of it.”

“Okay,” he said around a mouth full of curly fries.  “Dibs on the TV.”

“No.  We’ve watched Star Wars three times already this week.”  Stephan shook his head.

“We’ve watched Star Trek five times.”  Ash glared at him.

“There are like eight Star Wars movies.  There are hundreds of Star Trek episodes spanning several different…”  He narrowed his eyes.  “Don’t you growl at me.”

“I’m pulling rank.”  Magda shook her head.  “We’ve got a clear signal, and I’m watching something that does not involve space ships, lasers, or people in rubber masks.”  She laughed as they both turned to growl at her.  Then she picked up the remote and turned on the TV.  The signal from their little satellite wasn’t quite good enough to get every channel, but she was able to find a comedy.

As soon as she sat down on the couch, both men joined her.  Ash curled up with his head in her lap as Stephan sat down next to her on the other side.  She put a hand on Ash and petted his hair.  before leaning against Stephan.  Stephan’s arm went around her shoulder as they settled in for the evening, and it was all she could do not to let out a contented sigh.

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Stone and Fire : Chapter 9

Jurgen glared at his wife.  Diantha ran a hand through Rozenn’s long red hair before leaning in to kiss the pretty little bed-slave.  Rozenn responded to her touch eagerly, her hands already on Diantha’s body.  “Blood and ashes, let me go.”  He yanked at the restraints keeping him secured to the bed frame.

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The Woods: Chapter 4

He was no longer certain how many days he’d spent hanging from the tree.  At least a week, maybe more.  Time seemed to pass strangely where ever it was they were.  At seemingly random intervals he’d take his meals with Ileana and her strange companions.  He was becoming somewhat inured to their taunts.  The delicate winged woman had even expressed disappointment in the fact he no longer blushed just by sitting at the table.  The satyr, however, could still make him turn red, though at least half the time it was anger rather than embarrassment.  It would whisper to him when it put him back in the tree, of things it would like to do to him.  Ileana seemed to find it amusing, though she never let the creature go beyond words.

The few hours he was given to sleep were never quite enough.  He’d be woken, and set out to be displayed in her garden again.  Her silent trophy.  She never let him speak, save to make him beg for basic necessities.  And to make him ask the satyr to be put back in the tree.

They were plotting against his brothers.  Ileana viewed Nicolas as a threat, and rightly so.  Nicolas would have known what all these creatures were.  If anyone could get this blasted collar off, it was him.  There had to be some way to get a warning to him.  With warning, he could prepare, could…  Do something.  Thomas had nearly forgotten what it felt like not to hurt.

She was waiting for him outside the privy door.  Waiting to put him back in the tree.  Thomas took a deep breath.  The satyr had suggested a collar for Nicolas, and Ileana had laughed.  Said it was only fair that the beast have a pet prince of his own.  He couldn’t stomach the thought of his brother at that thing’s mercy.  If she would just listen…  He looked up, and met his reflection’s eyes.  Then he took another deep breath, and went to the door.

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Hunting: Chapter 1

“Mother?” Daniel stared.  He couldn’t help himself.  There was a resemblance between Matthias and the woman now starring daggers at him.  She was a tall, imposing figure of a woman, with a rather blunt face and graying black hair.  If Matthias was over a hundred and could pass for under thirty, how old did that make his mother?  The black man on the porch still had his hand on his gun, and hadn’t relaxed despite the presence of the woman.  If anything, he looked even more on guard.  Matthias was staring back at his mother.

“Yeah, um…”  Matthias took a deep breath.

The woman turned to look at him and Anna, and then her eyes widened a little.  She whirled back on Matthias.  “Matthias Jarlson, why is the little girl pregnant?”

“I can explain.”  Matthias immediately held up his hands in a defensive gesture.  When the woman folded her arms, he winced again.  “That is, uh…”  He sighed.  “Shit.”

“Language.”  She glared.

“It was a cabal, I…”  Matthias started shaking his head.

“A…”  The woman blinked, then her eyes slowly began turning golden.  “Matthias — ”

“I’m protecting them.”  Matthias hurriedly interrupted her.  “From the cabal, which are the ones that impregnated Anna and are trying to get hold of her again.”

“Where are their parents?”

“In the cabal.”  Matthias lowered his hands.  “I’m protecting them from their parents.”

“So why not go to the police?”  The woman tapped her foot.

“You know cops are all a bunch of assholes.”  Matthias shook his head.

Both his mother and the man on the porch straightened and renewed their glares.  “We…”  The woman’s voice was low.  “Are cops.”

“Fuck.”

“Language.”

“Because their stepdad was a cop and a police chief and part of the cabal and…”  Matthias winced again.

“Was?”  The woman took a step forward.  “Matthias, you killed a cop?”

“No.”  Daniel stepped forward.  “I did, when he was going to kill Matthias.”

“And they’d have killed Rosa to,” Anna spoke up.

“Rosa?”  The woman raised an eyebrow.  “You went to Rosa?  After what you pulled I’m shocked she didn’t sell you out…”

“Well…”  Matthias rubbed his forehead.

“She sold you out.”  The woman sighed.  “And you’ve got a cabal after you.”  She lowered her hands.  “So you decided to come here, to my home.”

“I didn’t realize you’d be here.  I thought you were dead.”

“You thought I was dead?”  She blinked.

“I sent flowers!  And I killed the —” Matthias cut himself off.

“Killed the?”  She lowered her head.

“The terrorist group responsible for the bomb that I thought…”  He sighed.  “Look, they were assholes anyway so it’s not like it was a big…”  Matthias turned toward Daniel.  “Please for the love of god help me stop talking.”

“Anna is standing out in the rain.”  Daniel shook his head.  “And that’s not good for her.”

“Right.”  The woman gestured at the man on the porch, who promptly vanished into the house.  Daniel caught a glimpse of a curtain moving, and realized someone else was inside.  “Anna, was it?  Come in, let’s get you something warm to drink.  I’m Magda and that was Stephan, since my son couldn’t be bothered to make introductions.”

“I’m Daniel.  This is my sister, Anna.”

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