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

its head in the sand. Where it had gotten sand, I had no idea. “I need to do the same trick.”
    “Yeah… well, can’t help you with that, sister,” Kain said as the last of the pitcher’s contents disappeared down his gullet. It was like watching a vacuum cleaner drink.
    “And why is that?” I asked, barely resisting the urge to smash the now empty pitcher over his stupid face.
    “Because you aren’t a Dragon Knight. You don’t have a dragon to hide you from the Dioscuri’s prying eyes. I don’t recommend you go trying to become one either. For one, dragons are needy. They are like one of those sick kids who rings a bell every time they want something, only they never stop wanting things. For two, the ‘current’ knight is Warthor Ein. I dunno if you’ve heard of him since you seem a little dull, but he’s pretty much unstoppable. You don’t want him coming after you for assuming the mantle of a dragon.” Kain grinned at me and picked up the second pitcher. He made a cheers gesture at me and took a huge swallow. “Talking makes me thirsty.”
    “There can only be one Dragon Knight. How can you be a Dragon Knight?” I asked.
    “There can only be one,” he said making air quotes and some of his beer sloshed out of the pitcher and splattered on the table. He looked down at it sadly before continuing. “There can only be one dragon on Earth . Mine’s back in the Nether. Him and Trius reached an agreement. I’d like to think he left because he didn’t want Ein to slit my throat.” Kain shrugged and took another gulp from the side of the pitcher. “Ein only became a Dragon Knight to stop me from being one. With my dragon hidden away in the Nether, I’ve basically lost all my swanky dragon powers. Hence, he was okay with not killing me.”
    “Seems like a whole lot of work for Warthor,” I said, staring down into my root beer. It bubbled like a witch’s cauldron. Should have gone for the pineapple juice.
    Kain waved of his free hand. “Nah… right now, I’m a card in his hand no one knows about, well, besides you and a werewolf who needs to keep his damn mouth shut. Someday, Warthor’ll call me, and I’ll have to either give up my life here in paradise…” he gestured around the restaurant, “or give up my life.”
    “Which is classic Warthor Ein,” I said with a sigh. “So your dragon can’t shield me too?”
    “No can do, honey. Your best bet is to head into the Nether and hide there. Sure it’s dangerous, but the Nether screws up the Dioscuri’s super computers pretty good. They’ll have a lot harder time tracking you there. Unless they fixed that bug, I’m not sure. Like I said, I haven’t been around in a while.”
    “Either way, the Nether will only work until something comes and eats me,” I replied.
    “Life is all about the choices we make,” he said and drained the second pitcher. He glanced at me for a second. “You gonna finish that?” he asked, pointing at my nearly untouched soda.
    “No, help yourself,” I said, standing up sighing. Well this was a colossal waste of time. Not only had I spent most of my incognito time with the town drunk when I could have been doing anything else, I’d offered to pay for his stupid drinks when I was low on cash and on the run. I pulled a ten dollar bill from the wad of bills in my pocket and tossed it on the table. “Thanks for your help.”
    “Hey don’t mention it. I’m a helpful guy. But don’t mention it, seriously. I’d hate to see the looks on Dirge’s and Diana’s faces if they found out I was still kicking,” he said, reaching over and grabbing my glass.
    I cocked my head at him. “You’re messing with me, right?”
    His face got a strange look on it. “What do you mean?”
    “Dirge is dead. She died fighting Manaka during the siege a few years ago,” I whispered, shutting my eyes for a second so that the memory wouldn’t take hold. Thanks to the Blue Prince, I relived that one a lot more often than