Her chest rose and fell unevenly, torn between the rational truth of his words and the gnawing dread in her gut.
"So," he said casually, almost as if the conversation had never dipped into blood and shadows. "Tell me about this… Isolde. Will she be a problem?"
******
Lord Bishop trotted behind the other men. He adjusted his coat, muttering a prayer under his breath. This was one of those rare moments he was grateful he'd never sworn his loyalty too firmly to Gabriel. He had always waited, calculating who would stand and who would fall. Tonight, he suspected, would be the end of Gabriel's game. Whatever was hidden down here had the power to damn him.
Up ahead, Damien walked side by side with his father, his stride measured but dangerous.
"With the distance we've walked, I think we're already outside the boundaries of Blood City," Lucivar remarked. His eyes scanned the curving tunnel, noting every uneven groove in the stone.
"I wonder what he does down here," Damien muttered.
