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  • Blade Bound(Chicagoland Vampires #13)(83) by Chloe Neill
  • None of them looked convinced. “Close your eyes,” I said. “Close your eyes, and think about the scent.”

    They looked even more skeptical about that idea. But they did it.

    “Traffic,” Mallory said after a minute. “Exhaust.”

    “And beneath that?” I asked.

    She frowned.

    “Smoke. And the lake. And the wind blowing in from the prairies. Hot dogs and hot beef and summertime grills. Bodies and sweat and tears.” She opened her eyes. “It’s like someone made a perfume of Chicago—all of it together.”

    Ethan and Catcher inhaled deeply, held the air in their bodies as if to measure its contents.

    “Pizza,” Ethan said.

    “Yeah,” Catcher said. “I mean, a lot of exhaust and smoke, but there’s a thread of sausage, maybe?”

    “The delusions aren’t delusions,” I said. “They’re hearing Chicago.”

    “The voice is sentient,” Catcher said. “Chicago isn’t. That’s not possible.”

    “There shouldn’t be snow on the ground in August,” Mallory said. “There shouldn’t be people trying to harm themselves to alleviate their delusions. We don’t have the luxury of ‘possible’ right now. But,” she added, “I think you’re right about the city—Chicago is a really big place. If it was possible a city could be sentient, and if Chicago was that lucky, one-in-a-million city, I’m pretty sure there’d be more than a single voice and some stink.”

    “Like dancing Chicago dogs?” Catcher asked.

    “Something. Unfortunately, that doesn’t help us say what it is.” Mallory’s gaze narrowed dangerously. “But I aim to find out.”

    • • •

    We were less than an hour from dawn, so we skipped the previous food and beer plan, opted to head back to the House. The ride was silent, all of us thinking, wondering what was happening in Chicago. Catcher parked on the street, and we walked silently into the House.

    Mallory yawned hugely but rolled her shoulders as if to shrug off exhaustion. “I need time to read and think,” she said. “I’m going to hole up in the library for a little while if that’s okay with you.”

    “It’s fine by me,” Ethan said. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself, to sleep.”

    She nodded. “I’ll sleep when I feel better. When I’ve conquered this.”

    “I’ll tell Chuck what we’ve found,” Catcher said.

    “Will he want to tell the mayor?” Ethan asked, closing and locking the door behind us.

    Catcher tugged his ear. “Not yet, I think. Not until we can really tell her what it is. But that will be his call.”

    Ethan nodded. “Let’s meet at dusk. And no magic in the House.”

    “Trust me,” Mallory said. “I want no more of this magic until we have some information.”

    “A good plan for all of us,” Ethan said, and we headed upstairs.

    • • •

    “There is not a Margot basket big enough for this day,” I said when we were alone again. I pulled off my boots, let them drop heavily to the floor.

    The voice had been so sad, so angry, so frustrated, and it felt like those emotions still clung to me. And when that door was opened, the other emotions I’d pushed aside—the grief I still felt from our visit to the green land—rushed forward again.

    Gabriel, Claudia. The messages about the possibility of our child were getting grimmer, and the possibility of having a child seemed to slip further and further away.

    Ethan grunted, walked to the desk, looked over the basket she had assembled. And then smiled. “I believe you may want to reconsider that statement, Sentinel.”

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