Forbidden
“Avra sat before Neah’s coffee table, where she’d been studying the vellum for the last hour. Next to it lay the newspaper, which Rom had ventured out and retrieved two hours earlier. His own face dominated the front page with the caption FUGITIVE in bold letters below it.
“What way?” he asked.
“We could still flee Byzantium.”
Rom had been pacing for what seemed hours, unable to sit down. He glanced at Neah, who was curled into a corner of the sofa. She’d come out of her blackout uncharacteristically quiet except for periodic stifled sobs. Her subdued state unnerved Rom, especially in light of Triphon’s manic extremes. They had been doing the best they could to ignore his outbursts throughout the day.
A thump sounded in the back room. Triphon cried out and started laughing, only to devolve moments later into giant bullish sobs. He had been fighting demons in there for hours.
Rom shook his head. “We’ve already discussed that. No. We have to get into the Citadel. I have to find this man ...called the Book, this keeper.”MoreLess
“What way?” he asked.
“We could still flee Byzantium.”
Rom had been pacing for what seemed hours, unable to sit down. He glanced at Neah, who was curled into a corner of the sofa. She’d come out of her blackout uncharacteristically quiet except for periodic stifled sobs. Her subdued state unnerved Rom, especially in light of Triphon’s manic extremes. They had been doing the best they could to ignore his outbursts throughout the day.
A thump sounded in the back room. Triphon cried out and started laughing, only to devolve moments later into giant bullish sobs. He had been fighting demons in there for hours.
Rom shook his head. “We’ve already discussed that. No. We have to get into the Citadel. I have to find this man ...called the Book, this keeper.”MoreLess
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