#shadowreached

[howlered-blog]

@shadowreached

“One more thing before you go. Word is that you helped a friend of mine. A very good friend of mine. And I like that.”

The smoke from his cigar gathered into an overhanging fog above them. He snuffed it out against a newspaper, burning off part of the ‘O’ in ‘THE CROWN KILLER STRIKES AGAIN,’ and ducked behind the counter to pick something up. He set it down. A bone charm, humming and twisting, out of sight of his people, warped in front of her.

“Consider it a thank you,” he said, laying his hands down on the surface. “You treat my people right, I treat you right. Besides, something tells me you have an acquired taste for these things.”

[highwatcher-blog]

@shadowreached

“What could they possibly be doing at a time like this?” Havelock griped, pinching the bridge of his nose. Teague picked up his glass of whiskey and his blue eyes smiled.

“Nothing but the Sixth,” he quipped. The admiral missed a beat.

“Don’t let your vices get the better of you, Martin.”

And like a bear tromping out of a cave, Havelock turned for the door, his hulking footsteps resounding through the pub whether he realized it or not. Teague’s smile was small but hard to miss, and he caught Emily’s shadow by the counter before he ever saw her head bobbing out. 

“Out for a walk, Lady Emily?” he asked, lifting his glass for another drink. “Since you're here and not up in your tower, I take it you've finished your lessons for the night.” And not hiding from Callista.