INVISIBLE POWER BOOK TWO: ALEX NOZIAK (INVISIBLE RECRUITS) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Mary Buckham
of them?”
“ Oui .”
“ Merde .”
Vaverek allowed himself a smile, knowing the Other could not see him. “Which means you must clean up the details on your end.”
“How did you fail?” came the whiplash response.
“Oh, I did not fail.” Vaverek lowered his voice though there was no one in his salon to overhear him as it’d been swept that morning for listening devices. Still one could not be too careful. “In fact, I learned more than I expected from this morning’s fiasco.”
“About the witch?”
“Yes.” Vaverek stepped closer to rest one finger along the wavy panes of the two hundred year old window, aware how fragile so much of this world could be. His smile ratcheted up. “You did not share with me all of her amazing abilities.”
“Explain.”
“When we meet later. Not over the phone.”
Vaverek heard the druid catch his breath. Anger? Or anticipation? Either way Vaverek was now the one with the upper hand and they both knew it.
“Fine. Until this evening.”
“You won’t be disappointed.”
“I’d better not be.” If Vaverek thought he’d gotten off lightly he was wrong as the other added, “And speaking of disappointments, how is our guest doing?”
Vaverek tightened his grip on the phone. “He still breathes.” What did the other expect? One minute Vaverek’s orders had been to use any means necessary to extract the information wanted, the next the prisoner was needed alive. It’d been a near miss but the orders were rescinded in time.
That rasping laugh again. “Will he be breathing as you conduct the next experiment?”
“I’ll make sure he is.”
“Good.” Vavervek could almost see the druid nodding. “Still on for tomorrow?”
“No. I think it would be better to push it back to Wednesday.”
“Because?”
“One day will not make a difference and I have decided to make some alterations to the original plans.”
“Such as?”
“I think it would be more effective if his sister were present.”
“You are forgetting she is mine. It’s part of our agreement.”
“I don’t plan to sacrifice her. One Noziak’s death is all we need.”
“And if she is hurt, our agreement is finished. You understand?”
There was no mistaking the threat beneath the druid’s tone. “A Were never forgets,” Vaverek said.
What he didn’t share was the presence of the other at the morning’s event. His presence made the stakes higher, the risks greater, but without either the rewards would not be as sweet . How to capitalize on this new piece of knowledge was the key. A game changer as the Americans would say.
“You still there, my friend?” the voice jabbed at Vaverek.
“I am.” But not for long. There were pieces to be put in place on the chessboard of life.
“Nothing else to report?”
“No.” Not yet. Maybe not until it was too late for the other.
“I shall see you later then?”
“Until tonight.”
Vaverek hung up before the druid could say more. No doubt there’d be a penalty for that small show of disrespect but he was willing to pay it to retain the upper hand. Vaverek was not just any Were, but of the Erdő clan, the mountain deep Weres that came out of Transylvania before mists were born. The ancient ones. Some said the original Weres.
Soon the druid would be currying Vaverek’s favor and not the other way around. Vaverek now had the key.
Alex Noziak.
CHAPTER 10
“Forgive me, old friend, for this call but it’s necessary.”
Jebediah “Jeb” Noziak set his mug of thick coffee down on the porch rail of his ramshackle farm, knowing that when Philippe Cheverill called it was not to share good news. “You have learned something of my son?”
“No, but I am still seeking information.”
Jeb released a sigh he did not realize he’d held. No news meant no body. Yet. Van was strong, and resourceful, and Jeb’s visions had not shown his oldest son’s corpse. So Jeb would hold on to that knowledge. There was little that
“ Oui .”
“ Merde .”
Vaverek allowed himself a smile, knowing the Other could not see him. “Which means you must clean up the details on your end.”
“How did you fail?” came the whiplash response.
“Oh, I did not fail.” Vaverek lowered his voice though there was no one in his salon to overhear him as it’d been swept that morning for listening devices. Still one could not be too careful. “In fact, I learned more than I expected from this morning’s fiasco.”
“About the witch?”
“Yes.” Vaverek stepped closer to rest one finger along the wavy panes of the two hundred year old window, aware how fragile so much of this world could be. His smile ratcheted up. “You did not share with me all of her amazing abilities.”
“Explain.”
“When we meet later. Not over the phone.”
Vaverek heard the druid catch his breath. Anger? Or anticipation? Either way Vaverek was now the one with the upper hand and they both knew it.
“Fine. Until this evening.”
“You won’t be disappointed.”
“I’d better not be.” If Vaverek thought he’d gotten off lightly he was wrong as the other added, “And speaking of disappointments, how is our guest doing?”
Vaverek tightened his grip on the phone. “He still breathes.” What did the other expect? One minute Vaverek’s orders had been to use any means necessary to extract the information wanted, the next the prisoner was needed alive. It’d been a near miss but the orders were rescinded in time.
That rasping laugh again. “Will he be breathing as you conduct the next experiment?”
“I’ll make sure he is.”
“Good.” Vavervek could almost see the druid nodding. “Still on for tomorrow?”
“No. I think it would be better to push it back to Wednesday.”
“Because?”
“One day will not make a difference and I have decided to make some alterations to the original plans.”
“Such as?”
“I think it would be more effective if his sister were present.”
“You are forgetting she is mine. It’s part of our agreement.”
“I don’t plan to sacrifice her. One Noziak’s death is all we need.”
“And if she is hurt, our agreement is finished. You understand?”
There was no mistaking the threat beneath the druid’s tone. “A Were never forgets,” Vaverek said.
What he didn’t share was the presence of the other at the morning’s event. His presence made the stakes higher, the risks greater, but without either the rewards would not be as sweet . How to capitalize on this new piece of knowledge was the key. A game changer as the Americans would say.
“You still there, my friend?” the voice jabbed at Vaverek.
“I am.” But not for long. There were pieces to be put in place on the chessboard of life.
“Nothing else to report?”
“No.” Not yet. Maybe not until it was too late for the other.
“I shall see you later then?”
“Until tonight.”
Vaverek hung up before the druid could say more. No doubt there’d be a penalty for that small show of disrespect but he was willing to pay it to retain the upper hand. Vaverek was not just any Were, but of the Erdő clan, the mountain deep Weres that came out of Transylvania before mists were born. The ancient ones. Some said the original Weres.
Soon the druid would be currying Vaverek’s favor and not the other way around. Vaverek now had the key.
Alex Noziak.
CHAPTER 10
“Forgive me, old friend, for this call but it’s necessary.”
Jebediah “Jeb” Noziak set his mug of thick coffee down on the porch rail of his ramshackle farm, knowing that when Philippe Cheverill called it was not to share good news. “You have learned something of my son?”
“No, but I am still seeking information.”
Jeb released a sigh he did not realize he’d held. No news meant no body. Yet. Van was strong, and resourceful, and Jeb’s visions had not shown his oldest son’s corpse. So Jeb would hold on to that knowledge. There was little that