Pursuit: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

Gib told me you were here. I’m not trying to take you anywhere. I just want to talk with you.”
    He glanced at my hand like it was a snake. Then very slowly he reached out and engulfed my hand in his. His grip was firm, but not firm enough to cause pain. He shook my hand once before releasing me and wiping his hand on his pants. “Pleased to meet you Lillim Callina. I’m Jeremiah Kain, former Hyas Tyee of the Dioscuri.”

Chapter 4
    We were sitting at a restaurant that was, basically, a bunch of wooden picnic tables under a straw-thatched roof. It overlooked a cliff that fell a few hundred feet to the rocky surf below. The jungle loomed around us like a living thing, patiently waiting for its chance to take back the tiny patch of civilized earth we occupied.
    Kain had insisted we come here because Shirley Heights was “the place to be” in Antigua. This was fine because it was pretty scenic, but it’d eaten up a lot of time I didn’t have. Spending thirty-plus minutes on a bus when you only have an hour to spare isn’t exactly my idea of fun.
    I’d tried to talk to him while he’d navigated the crowded, winding streets in an old white pickup, but every single time he’d shushed me or turned up his music, and I was left to stew in silence while Kain belted out old show tunes in an off-key tenor.
    Still, I was here now, the marmot was still scurrying around on my arm like an animated tattoo, and the place was pretty. Getting upset was not going to give me back time.
    “So… why would someone be looking for you? Dioscuri hole up on Earth all the time,” I asked as I tipped my root beer to my lips and took a swallow. I winced. I didn’t normally drink fizzy drinks, and the carbonation bit into my throat like an angry dog.
    “Um… because I betrayed the Dioscuri during the war with Manaka?” Kain replied sullenly and drained half his glass in one shot. “You might be too young to remember the actual events, but they should have told you who I was. Don’t they teach you people history anymore?” He leaned back in his chair, balancing on the back legs and throwing his feet up on the table like a god-damned savage.
    “Did you seriously put your feet on the table? We’re in public, and besides, that’s super rude,” I said incredulously as I glanced around to make sure no one was watching us. Even still, I felt heat spread across my cheeks.
    Kain gestured at the empty patio where we sat. “I don’t think anyone minds. Besides, I’m comfortable. And you didn’t answer my question. You just got all indignant.”
    I huffed at him and crossed my arms over my chest. “Please take your gross feet off the table.”
    “Fine,” he said with a shrug and swung his feet back off the table. “Better?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good,” he added with a grin. Then he downed the rest of his drink and slammed the mug on the table so hard that the heavy glass left an indent in the wood. “Barkeep, keep ‘em coming. The girly is paying.”
    The bartender, a short black woman who must have weighed six-hundred pounds, glanced out the service window and smiled at us. “What’d you do, Miss? Lose a bet? Ole Joe there can drink all night long and still be twice as sharp as a needle.”
    “I have a company credit card,” I replied with a shrug.
    “Make it two pitchers then,” Kain said with a smirk, and the woman cackled.
    She appeared with the two pitchers so fast, it was like she already had them both ready. I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. As she set them both down between us, I took another sip of my root beer. Yep, definitely over-carbonated.
    “Are you always like this?” I asked as Kain grabbed the first pitcher and put it to his mouth, not even bothering to use a glass.
    “Yes,” he replied through a mouthful of amber beer. “So what’d you want to talk to me about?”
    “How are you able to hide from the Dioscuri?” I asked, glancing at my wrist where the marmot was busy burying