23
Kirael
They only made it about halfway to the tunnels before Kirael saw an unwelcome face: Jeremet, walking down the steps of another brothel. Kirael’s invisibility shield wouldn’t work on Jeremet, or not for long anyway.
The other Fallen stopped mid-step when he saw them, his whole body going rigid with interest. He was several blocks away, but far too close for Kirael’s comfort.
“s**t. Ten o’clock,” Kirael said.
Vesper nodded; she’d already clocked Jeremet and was taking a sharp right turn to avoid heading straight for him. She broke into a trot, not bothering to hide her swords.
“Don’t let them drive us back into the center of the Atrium,” Kirael said, readjusting Mercy in his arms. “That’s what they’ll try to do.”
“Can we fly?” she asked.
“No. I can’t fight and carry both of
