Return of the Hunters (The DeathSpeaker Codex Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

every crime on the books, and probably some that no one else had ever thought of committing. Hell, they’d made the FBI’s Most Wanted list for the past twenty years.
    Of course, that didn’t mean I wanted to see New Orleans by way of kidnapping.
    Eventually I decided to do something other than fail to fall asleep. My options were limited. If not for the promise, I’d be finding a way off this damned train right now. I thought about looking for something to eat, but my gut still didn’t feel right. Besides, it was the middle of the night, so the dining car would be closed.
    There was a closet-sized shower in the suite’s bathroom. Maybe that would relax me enough to sleep for a few hours.
    I got up and wandered into the bathroom. Took a few tries to lock the door, and then I had to sit on the closed toilet to undress in the cramped space. It wasn’t long before I realized my plan was the opposite of relaxing. Taking a shower on a moving train was about as easy as running up a down-moving escalator while carrying live snakes.
    After I managed to soak pretty much everything in the room but myself, I gave up and rummaged a towel from the metal cabinet under the sink. I’d just dried off and put my pants back on when someone tried to open the bathroom door. And succeeded.
    The unfriendly warning died on my lips when I got a look at Zoba’s face, and his two-seconds-from-puking expression.
    I rammed the toilet lid up and pressed myself against the shower door, giving him as much room as possible. His fevered gaze caught mine just before he dropped to his knees like a stone. He bent his head, and what came out of his mouth in a violent gout looked like about a gallon of blood.
    That couldn’t be a good sign.
    He stayed in place, retching miserably, but at least nothing else came up. If that really was blood, he couldn’t have much left to lose. I eased around him to the sink and wet a hand towel with warm water, then crouched awkwardly next to him and moved to wipe him off a little. He was sweating buckets.
    His arm shot out, and he grabbed my wrist hard. And I was suddenly reminded how strong he was. Even in this state, he could break my bones if he squeezed a little harder.
    “Hey, man. It’s just water,” I said carefully. “Let me help you.”
    He shuddered all over. Then his iron grip relaxed, and he grunted assent.
    I managed to mop off his face and the back of his neck. He was already damp with sweat again by the time I finished, but at least it wasn’t running down him in rivers. He pushed himself upright on his knees, and I helped him over to the sink and filled a paper cone with water. “You’ll want to rinse your mouth out,” I said. “Can you do it, or…”
    He nodded and took the cup. His hand only trembled a little.
    While he finished, I kicked the loose stuff on the floor aside—including my only shirt, which was now soaked. And I was standing here with all my scars exposed. I would’ve been pissed off about that, if I thought Zoba was in any condition to notice.
    As it was, I had to wonder if he’d even live until we got to New Orleans. That was a hell of a lot of blood.
    I flushed the mess away, closed the toilet lid and rested a hand lightly on his shoulder. He was rigid as stone. “Think you should probably lie down,” I said. “I’ll help you back out there, all right?”
    He lifted his head slightly. And someone pounded on the bathroom door.
    “What the hell you doing in there?”
    Denei’s angry voice didn’t exactly improve my mood. “Back off,” I shouted. “We’re coming out, and you need to be out of the way.”
    Without bothering to wait for a reply, I slid an arm around his waist and shuffled him to the door, then through. I didn’t look at anyone as we moved to the bunk, but I sensed that the rest of them had piled into the suite. From listening to the youngest ones talk, I knew the other two Duchenes were named Bastien and Isalie. I still hadn’t met them