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With what appears like great reluctance, Levi drops his hand back to his side. He turns to face Brooks. “And if I were you, I’d begin searching for the hotel owner, pronto. Freddie isn’t known for his patience.”
“What the fuck—” Brooks never gets to finish speaking.
In a flash of fire, Levi disappears.
Though I swear I still feel the weight of his fingers on my chin long after he leaves.
35
THIRTY-FIVE: LILY
“That was fucking insane!” Becka forks her fingers through her short blonde hair.
The four of us sit in the second bedroom, having left Orion behind in the honeymoon suite to sleep.
Brooks and Jackson both have tried to meet my eyes more than once since we arrived here, but I can’t look at either of them.
What the hell happened back in the suite?
Somehow, I was able to…force Orion back into his human form. Even saying that in my head makes me scoff.
That’s impossible.
It’s impossible…for a human.
Levi’s words echo around and around in my head. My heart hammers against my breastbone.
What was Levi implying?
And who is his employer?
He’s just trying to get into your head, Lily. You can’t trust a word that lying bastard says.
There’s a strange ringing sensation between my ears. It almost sounds like the high-pitched whistle of a train. I begin tofiddle with the oversized T-shirt I threw over my head. I think it belongs to Brooks. His scent surrounds me.
“I did some quick research, and it appears as if the owner of the hotel is some old dude named Joel Clemmon.” Becka’s voice drags my attention back to the conversation at hand.
She has flipped her iPad to show us a picture of an older gentleman with receding brown hair, a pudgy face, and glassy eyes.
I can think about Levi and everything he impliedafterI find this Joel Clemmon and force him to hand over his soul. I refuse to allow Brooks to pay the price for another man’s sins.
Fear for Brooks strangles my airways.
What if we can’t find Joel in time?
What if Freddie steals Brooks’s soul?
What if Freddie doesn’t hold up his end of the deal and starts killing people again?
What if…
What if…
What if…
“I was able to access the police database, and according to this, a man matching Joel’s description by the name of Pedro Murphy received a parking ticket a few days ago in the town of Rosemont, Connecticut.” Jackson types something into his laptop, his eyes scanning the screen quickly.
He’s not as skilled as Orion with computers, but I imagine any member of the Vault would know how to look up police reports, track faces, and create fake identifications.
