Page 58 of Marked by the Demigod

"I'm always careful."

"People are dying, and we don't know why. People like me, people like..." he gestures to her necklace, a scowl on his face. "Someone's killing us."

She shifts. "Katya said as much."

"Your guy must've seen it coming, to pick up you," his face twists, for a brief second. "Keep out of the spotlight, I don't want anyone coming after you."

It's strangely touching, in the vaguely uncomfortable way when one of your coworkers actually shows concern for your wellbeing.

It must've shown on her face, for he shrugs, looking out at the bustling crowd of hotel guests leaving. "Your coworkers aren't nearly as useful for the library."

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The plane ride to Vegas,the entire time, one of the hostesses just stares at her with puzzled eyes. She’s clearly a new stewardess, but she keeps on staring at her and the necklace as if she's seen a ghost.

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