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Saint.
Get to Saint.
As I moved, larger rocks fell off me, and I kept inhaling dust, making me cough.
There was a shadow above me, and when I squinted up toward the gray sky, a hand was reaching for me. I had no otheroption, so I reached up and grabbed it. The strength in it, the warmth, the heat, the safety of it.
Jasper.
He was okay.
When he pulled me up, I climbed over the last two stairs that had seemed to survive the blast, and Saint quickly began dusting debris out of my hair.
Oh, wash day was going to be a bitch. Especially if I washed it now. I had none of my products. My afro was going to be dry and frizzy and not cute. Damn it, no cute curls for me.
"Let's go,” Jasper said.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Jesus Christ, you really blew up the car."
"Yeah, good distraction, don't you think? Now we need to get out of here. We have a safe house in Edinburgh proper. Follow me."
We made it to the end of the street before he tugged meinto an alcove and went to work really dusting me off.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and then wiped it along my face. "You're a mess. Sorry. Are you okay?"
"What the hell is going on, Saint?"
"I'm not sure. I'm sorry. I should have insisted we stay at Rogues."
"No. We can't live like this. I can't hide my whole damn life, you know?"
"I know, but—" His gaze searched mine, and I could see how worried he was. Being a Rogue, he probably thought that he could protect practically anything. He was probably just now realizing what I had realized weeks ago. These people were going to keep coming for me unless I did something about it. Whoeverwanted me dead because of whatever the hell my mother did, they would stop at nothing.
Saint led me down several side streets, until finally, we were walking the Royal Mile along with all the other tourists.
"Is it wise to be out in the open?" I asked.
"For now, yes. Whoever is after you is still trying to remain in the shadows. Trained assassins like them looking for a capture aren’t going to risk lots of casualties in a public venue. That would leave too many tracks to follow.”
I frowned at him. "I don't like the look on your face. You're worried."
"Yes. I gave you my word that I would protect you, and these people are making it very hard for me to keep my promise. So, of course, I'm worried. You are alive right now, I'm alive, and I damn well plan on both of us staying that way. "
Up ahead, there was a sign for something called the Witchery. Saint took a quick hard left.
"What is this place?"
"The Witchery is a restaurant. Two, actually. But we're not going there."
In the dark confined alley where the restaurant was decorated with some kind of fairy entrance, there was another door to the right. He typed something on the security keypad and the massive door creaked open. He used his body to shove it open further.
"Where are we?"
"Safe house. Up the stairs."
