Midnight Blue-Light Special Page 36


That, or this was all a trap. I stayed where I was for several seconds, weighing the possibility that he was playing me against my need to know what was inside. In the end, common sense was solidly voted down by the rest of me.

I stepped inside.

My father always says that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they live when no one’s watching. My brother Alex, for example, didn’t do laundry for three months when he went away to college, because that was how long it took for him to run out of clean shirts. Sarah generally lived like she was totally unaware that the physical world existed. Antimony alphabetized her knives.

Apparently, Dominic lived like he was expecting to be gone tomorrow, and didn’t want to leave too much of a mess for the next people who passed through. There was something almost tragic about the bare wood floor and the empty, Ikea-issue shelves. What little furniture he had was clearly window dressing, purchased because it was expected of him, and then practically unused.

I moved through the apartment like a ghost, opening every drawer and cabinet that I passed. The coat closet was filled with weapons, ranging from a longbow and three quivers of arrows to an assortment of pole arms that had clearly become part of the standard equipment back during the Covenant’s dragon slaying days. The pantry held nothing but ramen noodles, canned chicken, and generic macaroni and cheese, the kind that never looked like food, no matter what you did to it. The fridge was a little better—at least it had a few cartons of takeout Chinese food. I recognized them as coming from the Chinese place we always went to together, on our rare “date nights.” Maybe he didn’t know anything closer.

The medicine cabinet in the bathroom was packed with first aid supplies both mundane and magical. Band-Aids and gauze pads, over-the-counter painkillers and powdered basilisk bones, antibiotics and antivenin, even some Tylenol 3 with codeine—all the things your modern monster hunter needs if he’s going to keep fighting.

Once I had exhausted the rest of the apartment, I moved on to the bedroom. Dominic’s bed was a twin-sized futon mattress without a frame, shoved up against the wall like an afterthought. Looking at it broke my heart a little bit. The Covenant gave him resources and access to knowledge stretching back for centuries. What it didn’t give him was a single person willing to make sure he slept in a real bed, and ate something more nutritious than shrimp-flavored ramen.

“Dammit, Dominic,” I murmured, and began searching the bedroom.

I found what I was looking for under the futon: a sheet of paper on which was written a dockside address, the number for a car rental service—labeled—and another number, unlabeled. I straightened, folding the paper and slipping it into my belt.

“I couldn’t tell you, but I could count on you finding a way to come and get it for yourself,” said Dominic.

I stiffened. Then I turned, slowly, half-convinced that he’d be holding a crossbow with his finger on the trigger.

Instead, he was just standing there, hands in his pockets, looking faintly defeated. “They’re getting settled into our temporary residence,” he said quietly. “I’ve been sent out for food. If you can recommend an ‘authentic Italian’ restaurant that does takeout, I’d be very grateful. None of the places I go will meet their standards.”

“Dominic . . .” I began, and stopped, not sure how to continue. “I’m sorry I broke into your apartment” probably wasn’t going to cut it.

A very small smile crossed his face. “You found the place faster than I expected you to. I was actually stopping by to pick up a few things.”

“Like what?” I asked, before I could stop myself. “There’s nothing here to pick up. You might as well be living out of cardboard boxes.”

“I threw those out months ago.” His smile faded, expression composing itself. “Verity . . .”

“Are you okay? Those people from the Covenant, they’re not hurting you or anything, are they?” It was a stupid question. I didn’t know what else to ask.

“Why would they hurt me? They think I’m one of them.”

“Are you?”

Another smile crossed his face. This one was sadder, and died even faster than its predecessor. “I don’t know, Verity. I wish I did.”

“I’m not in my apartment anymore.”

“Good. I’m glad. You weren’t safe there.”

“You wouldn’t tell them where to find me, would you?”

Dominic sighed. “I don’t know. If I knew . . . there are a great many things that I don’t know, right now. It’s not a pleasant sensation.”

“I’m sorry.” I stepped toward him, offering my hands. After a moment’s hesitation, he took them. “If you need me, call. I’ll try to come.”

“If I call you, run. There’s no guarantee I’ll be doing it for the right reasons—or of my own free will.” He leaned forward to rest his forehead against mine. “Either I’ll have betrayed you, or they’ll have compelled me. It’s not worth the risk.”

“I wish—”

“I know.” He ducked his head enough to bring his mouth to mine. The kiss was long, and slow, and sweet in a way that was difficult to describe. Kisses on the eve of battle almost always are. When he pulled away again, it was only to murmur, “I have something I need to tell you. I should have told you before. I shouldn’t tell you at all.”

“What?” I blinked at him, puzzled.

“I love you, Verity Price. Regardless of how things go from here, please remember that. There was a time, however short, where I was a boy, and you were a girl, and I allowed myself to love you.” He smiled ruefully. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” This time, I was the one leaning in. I kissed him hard, hard enough that when I pulled away, my lips felt bruised. “Covenant boys and Price girls . . . it’s sort of the natural order of things at this point, don’t you think?”

“Nature is cruel,” Dominic murmured, and tugged his hands free of mine. I let him go. “You can’t come here again. Once they’re settled, they’ll begin patrolling, and this is technically Covenant property. They’ll feel free to come and go here as they like. I can’t risk them stumbling over you because they stopped to resupply themselves.”

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