![]() ![]() ![]() “Every Wednesday night he hangs at a club a few miles outside of Martinsburg,” Blake explained. We’ll have to go to him.” “And where is that?” Daemon asked. He’s kind of paranoid about the government tapping cells and computers. “He’s not going to be reachable by cell or e-mail. “I know where to find Luc.” Daemon’s mouth curled. “Okay, say we do this how do you get in contact with him?” “You won’t believe anything unless you’re there to witness it for yourselves.” And he was right about that. I tucked my hair back on both sides, feeling cagey. “They…disappear.” Oh, well that sounded reassuring. “And how does anyone get ‘out from under’ Daedalus?” Blake’s smile lacked warmth. He’s not going to lead us astray.” Yeah, I wasn’t liking any of this. And as expected, he hates them and would love nothing more than to screw with them. “He’s a hybrid but has gotten out from under Daedalus. “Not only are you asking us to trust you but to trust someone else?” “That someone else is just like us, Katy.” Blake dropped his elbows on the table, rocking his glass. ![]() “And my fist is begging to be in your face,” Daemon shot back. ![]()
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