Fantasy Romance
Nolan still didn’t know what she sought, but nothing could hide from her.
Emma had learned how to make computers tell her what she wanted to know.
Had learned to make them do what she wanted them to do.
And she had learned how to walk as unnoticed in a crowd as she did in the jungles.
She would find what she sought, and the Dark Ones wouldn’t know what hit them.
Nolan watched her train.
She was fast, strong, unrelenting.
She was a Seeker all right.
Another reminder that some of the prettiest things back home were also some of the deadliest.
Emma stretched. “I need to train.”
“I have a gym membership.”
“Are you one of the 63% that does not use his membership?”
Nolan cursed the internet and himself for ever showing it to her.
“What is that?” Nolan snapped.
“I have been learning how these machines talk. The language of the snake.”
“Python?”
“Yes.”
By the goddess, what exactly was a Seeker?
Nolan cracked open that watered-down ale they drank here and offered it to her.
Emma declined.
“Find what you’re searching for?” he asked.
“No, but I will.”
He glanced over her, and his jaw fell open.
Day and night had no meaning in this world.
Emma stared out the window at streets as bright as a summer’s day in the middle of the night.
The horrible smell never fully dissipated, and it was joined by so many others.
She was not certain how the Watcher, Nolan, endured it here, but she thanked him for his sacrifice.