“And what’s that?” she asked.
“I want you to be my eyes and ears in the city.”
“You want me to spy on people for you?” she asked in disbelief.
“No, not people. Ordinary mortals are of little concern. It’s the immortals I want information on. I want to know about any activity in the city. Oh, I keep forgetting zombies aren’t immortal, but I guess there wouldn’t be too many of them in the city,” I laughed.
“There’s a nest, sixty kilometres east of here,” Kiana blurted out.
“Zombies?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s interesting to know.” I smiled. “I haven’t come across any real zombies yet.”
“So what exactly would my job involve?”
“I don’t want you going out of your way to gather information. Nothing that will draw attention to yourself, but you or your family are bound to hear things, even if they’re just rumours. You can leave messages for me at the La’miere. I pick up my mail there on a regular basis. Just make sure the envelopes are sealed. Don’t name names, just indicate what’s happening and where.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then David might get an anonymous tip-off that his fiancée is not what she seems, or, if I’m really pissed,” I narrowed my eyes, “I’ll come after each and every one of you.”
“You’d do that,” her eyes were wide with fear, “even though we’ve never hurt a single human?”
I winced at the words. They reminded me of a situation I was in once, when Danny didn’t know whether to kill me because I’d been changed by a vampire, and should therefore be evil, or let me live. I probably couldn’t do it, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Yes,” I replied icily.
“I guess I have no choice then,” she replied dryly. “What’s your surname again?”
“Malakh.”
The corner of her mouth curled up in what appeared to be a half smile.
“Seems we’ve both got names that disguise what we are.”
“I’ll need a contact number for you,” I said, “in case I need to talk to you, and don’t give me a false number. I’ll hunt you down. Don’t think I won’t.”
“We smell mortal,” she said smugly, “you’ll never find me.”
“But I can find David.”