tips of her fingers touching the surface of the table. "Please contact me as soon as you are ready. I will accompany you to visit the High Priestess."
Then there was a fluttering of grey and a gusting of shadows and Nerina disappeared.
***
Chapter 9
Logan sighed and sat back in his chair. "Well that does make things complicated."
"Isn't there somewhere else we can get a seal?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes, although from the look on his face, I wasn't prepared to bet on it.
"There are other places but the Death-talkers would probably be the most compliant." Then he snorted. "Not that they are the easiest of the races to deal with."
"What's wrong with talking to their High Priestess?" I turned to Jess.
"She is not the easiest person to bargain with. Her sense of fairness is a little warped at the best of times."
"Then why is she the leader if she's not such a nice person?" After the question left my lips I realized how naive I sounded.
"She was next in line," Jess answered with a shrug, although the darkness in her eyes didn't imply a nonchalance.
"That would explain it," I said , my tone dry. I swallowed the desire to laugh. "Yet you say she is the easiest option?"
"She is," replied Logan. "There are necromancers we could contact who w ould happily help." I perked up. Necromancers? "For a price. Necromancers usually take things you need. Like lives or bodies or souls. I think you might want to keep those for yourself, wouldn't you?"
I didn't answer the question. Wasn't necessary. "Looks like we're out of choices." I looked at Logan. "When do you think they will allow us to see her?"
Logan sighed again. "Let me see what I can arrange." He got to his feet then paused to search my face. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. Greer needs rescuing as soon as possible. And after what Melisande and Nerina had to say, I think I've pretty much been convinced I made the right decision. We do whatever it takes to rescue Greer. Besides, I don't think my mother would be too impressed if I left her daughter in the Greylands to die a horrific death."
Logan nodded and rose to his feet. "Right, then. I'm off to HQ. Maybe Gunther can help me smooth Kira's feathers a bit, get her in a good mood before we see her. Jess?" He glanced at the Immortal.
She waved him off. "You go ahead. I have a few things I need to attend to."
Logan gave me a smile then hurried out the apartment. I stared at the closed door for a moment. "He's really not happy about this, is he?"
"He knows we have to deal with paranormal red-tape as he calls it. He just doesn't like it very much when egos get in the way of him doing his job," Jess said, her voice holding a clear note of affection for Logan.
"I think I know exactly how he feels." I took a deep breath. The Greylands certainly didn't seem like a place I wanted to go. In fact, I would have thought nothing would get me to set foot in a place that sounded as dangerous as that. But here I was, putting things in motion, preparing to do exactly that.
I turned to Jess. "Is he okay? I mean in terms of your watching over and protecting him because of who he is?"
Jess nodded serenely. "I do what I can. The rest is up to Logan."
"So what is so all-fired important about him anyway?"
"I am afraid I cannot discuss the details of Logan's purpose with anyone."
I'd expected a similar response so I wasn't surprised. Just annoyed at being thwarted again. But I decided to press on. "Then can you discuss me with me?"
"What would you like to know?"
"What exactly is it I am supposed to be. This Niamh? What is it?"
"The Niamh is the Hunter."
Another cryptic answer. I gritted my teeth. "That doesn't tell me anything. It's what you told me the last time. I need more information than that."
"The last time we spoke, I told you about the prophecy. You are the ultimate Hunter—a Demon Hunter who will save the world."
I stared at Jess. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"
The Titan remained silent. I almost
Then there was a fluttering of grey and a gusting of shadows and Nerina disappeared.
***
Chapter 9
Logan sighed and sat back in his chair. "Well that does make things complicated."
"Isn't there somewhere else we can get a seal?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes, although from the look on his face, I wasn't prepared to bet on it.
"There are other places but the Death-talkers would probably be the most compliant." Then he snorted. "Not that they are the easiest of the races to deal with."
"What's wrong with talking to their High Priestess?" I turned to Jess.
"She is not the easiest person to bargain with. Her sense of fairness is a little warped at the best of times."
"Then why is she the leader if she's not such a nice person?" After the question left my lips I realized how naive I sounded.
"She was next in line," Jess answered with a shrug, although the darkness in her eyes didn't imply a nonchalance.
"That would explain it," I said , my tone dry. I swallowed the desire to laugh. "Yet you say she is the easiest option?"
"She is," replied Logan. "There are necromancers we could contact who w ould happily help." I perked up. Necromancers? "For a price. Necromancers usually take things you need. Like lives or bodies or souls. I think you might want to keep those for yourself, wouldn't you?"
I didn't answer the question. Wasn't necessary. "Looks like we're out of choices." I looked at Logan. "When do you think they will allow us to see her?"
Logan sighed again. "Let me see what I can arrange." He got to his feet then paused to search my face. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. Greer needs rescuing as soon as possible. And after what Melisande and Nerina had to say, I think I've pretty much been convinced I made the right decision. We do whatever it takes to rescue Greer. Besides, I don't think my mother would be too impressed if I left her daughter in the Greylands to die a horrific death."
Logan nodded and rose to his feet. "Right, then. I'm off to HQ. Maybe Gunther can help me smooth Kira's feathers a bit, get her in a good mood before we see her. Jess?" He glanced at the Immortal.
She waved him off. "You go ahead. I have a few things I need to attend to."
Logan gave me a smile then hurried out the apartment. I stared at the closed door for a moment. "He's really not happy about this, is he?"
"He knows we have to deal with paranormal red-tape as he calls it. He just doesn't like it very much when egos get in the way of him doing his job," Jess said, her voice holding a clear note of affection for Logan.
"I think I know exactly how he feels." I took a deep breath. The Greylands certainly didn't seem like a place I wanted to go. In fact, I would have thought nothing would get me to set foot in a place that sounded as dangerous as that. But here I was, putting things in motion, preparing to do exactly that.
I turned to Jess. "Is he okay? I mean in terms of your watching over and protecting him because of who he is?"
Jess nodded serenely. "I do what I can. The rest is up to Logan."
"So what is so all-fired important about him anyway?"
"I am afraid I cannot discuss the details of Logan's purpose with anyone."
I'd expected a similar response so I wasn't surprised. Just annoyed at being thwarted again. But I decided to press on. "Then can you discuss me with me?"
"What would you like to know?"
"What exactly is it I am supposed to be. This Niamh? What is it?"
"The Niamh is the Hunter."
Another cryptic answer. I gritted my teeth. "That doesn't tell me anything. It's what you told me the last time. I need more information than that."
"The last time we spoke, I told you about the prophecy. You are the ultimate Hunter—a Demon Hunter who will save the world."
I stared at Jess. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"
The Titan remained silent. I almost
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