I would rather have slept, but as he so helpfully pointed out, not with two concussions. Would suck to escape a naga, a pack of vampires, and psycho serial killer grad students only to die in my sleep. I tied my hair back and breathed in the coffee fumes from the cup Nadya had brewed for me. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, I was feeling the bruises from my beating. I wanted to crawl into bed, concussion be damned. At least I’d had a shower. I’d leave the beer until after I finished with Nuroshi. Nadya placed her hands on her hips. “She was with one of the Paris boys, no?” I savored my first sip before answering. “Not that simple. Alexander was freelancing, and he was nervous this time. I don’t think this has anything to do with the Paris Contingency. It’s got something to do with Mr. Kurosawa’s scroll. They’re not telling me something.” I opened my laptop with the pictures of both tablets and placed Bindi’s laptop on the bar. “I’m hoping these shed some light on what the hell all these supernatural assholes aren’t telling me.”
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