“Okay, okay,” Bryce said, “any idea how long this is going to take?”
Declan threw her an exasperated look. “You’re asking us to do two things at once, and neither is easy, so … a while?”
She scowled. “How many cameras are even at the Black Dock?”
“A lot,” Declan said, going back to his computer. He glanced to Holstrom’s laptop. “Click that.” He pointed to a mark on the screen that Ruhn couldn’t see. “Now type this code in to identify the footage featuring Reapers.”
How Dec managed to direct Ithan to comb through the footage around the Black Dock from earlier today while also creating a program to search through years of video footage of Danika at the gallery was beyond Ruhn.
“It’s insane that you made this,” Ithan said with no small bit of admiration.
“All in a day’s work,” Dec replied, typing away. Pulling any footage from the gallery featuring Danika could take days, he’d said. But at least the footage from the Black Dock would only take minutes.
Ruhn carefully asked Bryce, “You sure you trust Jesiba enough to follow this lead? Or at all?”
“Jesiba literally has a collection of books that could get her killed,” Bryce said tartly. “I trust that she knows how to stay out of … dangerous entanglements. And wouldn’t shove me into one, either.”
“Why not tell you to look at the footage during the investigation this spring?” Hunt asked.
“I don’t know. But Jesiba must have had a good reason.”
“She scares me,” Ithan said, gaze fixed on the computer.
“She’ll be happy to hear that,” Bryce said, but her face was tight.
What’s up? Ruhn asked her mind-to-mind.
Bryce frowned. You want the honest answer?
Yeah.
She tucked a strand of hair behind an ear. I don’t know how much more of this “Surprise! Danika had a big secret!” stuff I can take. It feels like … I don’t even know. It feels like I never really knew her.
She loved you, Bryce. That’s not in doubt.
Yeah, I know. But did Danika know about the Parthos books—or the other contraband tomes—in the gallery? Jesiba made it sound like she did. Like she took a special interest in them.
You guys never talked about it?
Never. But Jesiba was always monitoring those cameras, so … maybe she saw something. Danika was down there without me plenty of times. Though Lehabah was usually there, too.
Ruhn noted the pain that filled his sister’s face at the fire sprite’s name.
We’ll figure it out, Ruhn offered, and Bryce gave him a thankful smile in return.
“Don’t forget to keep an eye out for Emile around the docks,” Bryce said to Ithan. Cormac had turned down the invitation to join them here—he’d said he wanted to continue hunting for Emile on the ground.
“I already added it to the program,” Declan said. “It’ll flag any Reaper or any person whose facial features and build match the kid’s.” Dec had managed to pull a still from the security footage in the town of Servast the night Emile and Sofie had separated.
Ruhn again considered his sister, who was peering over Declan’s shoulder with an intensity he recognized. She wouldn’t let go of any of this.
Would she be able to teleport? She’d told him that Cormac had agreed to try to teach her. And wouldn’t that be something for the Autumn King to chew on—Bryce plus teleporting plus Starborn power plus Starsword with crazy killing abilities plus Bryce magically outranking their father equaled …
Ruhn kept his face neutral, tucking away thoughts of what a leveled-up Bryce might mean for the Fae.
Ithan finished typing in the code, and said without looking up, “Hilene is going to win this one.”
Ruhn checked the sunball game just beginning its first period. “I thought Ionia was favored.”
Ithan stretched out his long legs, propping his bare feet on a cushioned stool Bryce had dragged over from the windows to be a temporary replacement for the coffee table. “Jason Regez has been off the last two games. I played with him at CCU—I can tell when he starts to get in a funk. He’ll fuck it up for Ionia.”
Ruhn eyed Ithan. A few years off the sunball field hadn’t gotten rid of the muscles on the male. He’d somehow gotten even bigger since then.
“I hate Ionia anyway,” Dec said. “They’re all swaggering assholes.”
“Pretty much.” Ithan typed in the next line of code that Declan fed him.
Bryce yawned audibly. “Can’t we watch Veiled Love?”
“No,” everyone answered.
Bryce elbowed Hunt. “I thought we were a team.”
Hunt snorted. “Sunball always trumps reality shows.”
“Traitor.”
Ithan snickered. “I remember a time when you knew all the players on the CCU team and their stats, Bryce.”
“If you think that was because I was remotely interested in the actual sunball playing, you’re delusional.”
Hunt laughed, some of the tightness on the angel’s face lightening, and Ruhn smiled, despite the old ache in his heart. He’d missed out on those years with Bryce. They hadn’t been speaking then. Those had been formative, pivotal years. He should have been there.
Ithan flipped Bryce off, but said to Declan, “Okay, I’m in.”
Bryce scanned the screen. “Do you see any Reapers crossing in boats?”
“This is showing nothing landing at the Black Dock at all today. Or last night.”
Athalar asked, “When’s the last time any Reaper docked?”
Ithan kept typing, and they all waited, the only additional sound the swift clack of Declan’s fingers on the keys of his computer. The wolf said, “Yesterday morning.” He grimaced. “These two look familiar?”
Bryce and Ruhn scanned the image Ithan had pulled up. Ruhn had no idea why the fuck he bothered, since he’d been unconscious, but a shiver went down his spine at the sagging, graying faces, the crepe-like skin so at odds with the jagged, sharp teeth that gleamed as the Reapers stepped from the boat. Both had pulled back their veils during the trip across the Istros, but tugged them over their faces as they stepped onto the Black Dock and drifted into the city.
Bryce said hoarsely, “No. Gods, they’re awful. But no—those weren’t the ones who attacked.”
“They might have been hiding out for a few days,” Athalar said. “The Prince of the Pit only threatened us the other night, but he might have had them in place already.”
Ruhn had no idea how the angel spoke so calmly. If the Star-Eater had come to him and wanted to have a one-on-one chat, he’d still be shitting his pants.
“I’m not seeing any kids lurking around the Black Dock, either,” Ithan muttered, scanning the results. He twisted to Bryce. “No sign of Emile at all.”
Ruhn asked, “Possible the kid took another way over? Maybe Danika found some sort of back door into the Bone Quarter.”
“Not possible,” Athalar said. “Only one way in, one way out.”
Ruhn bristled. “That’s what we’ve been taught, but has anyone ever tried to get in some other way?”
Athalar snorted. “Why would they want to?”
Ruhn glared at the angel but said, “Fair enough.”
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