The stillness after the gunfire made my ears ring and my nerves jump, and my hand instinctively closed over my gun. Stinging particles of brick and old mortar exploded out at me, and a few must have grazed my cheek because I felt a trickle of blood start to slide down my neck. "Look, you've obviously mistaken me for-" I began, only to have the wall behind me peppered with bullets. On the other hand, it was going to be tough for us to have a conversation if I never said anything. And that was it, except for a few old barrels, some mildew and a lot of dark.Įven empty, the place was big enough that she'd have trouble finding me if I stayed silent. The ceiling was wood and flat, I guess because it served as the floor of the building above. The cellar's walls were stone, except for areas that had been patched with brick. As hiding places go, it pretty much sucked, but there weren't a lot of alternatives. I stayed utterly still, pressed against the back of one of the wooden columns holding up the roof. "When did the Guild start employing women?" she demanded, getting warmer. Not to mention that shooting people is a good way to ensure that they don't want to talk to you, and we really needed to have a chat. I kind of wanted her to be around to write it. Years from now, the woman with the gun would leave a little message that would save my life. My own weapon-a new 9 mm Beretta-was crowding the waistband of my jeans and poking me insistently in the hipbone. But dumb blonde or not, even I wasn't buying that one. My blue eyes, slightly pudgy cheeks and tip-tilted nose might be another, except that most men's gazes never make it up that far. My strawberry blond hair, which usually resembles Shirley Temple's in a windstorm, is part of the reason. My name is Cassie Palmer and a lot of people think I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box. The woman hunting me through the cellar slung her flashlight beam in my direction. "Can we talk?" I screamed as I dodged behind a column to avoid a spray of bullets. Especially when said traveler totally has you made. Stalking a time traveler is hard work, even if you are one. Lehman for a fun conversation on voivodes. And now, the self-styled god Apollo, the source of Cassie's power, is on the warpath - leaving her no choice but to face down her creator once and for all.
Series: Cassandra Palmer Curse the Dawn Karen ChanceĬassie Palmer may be the world's chief clairvoyant, but that doesn't mean people have stopped trying to kill her.
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