Page 97 of Legion
The moment she had spotted the clerics, she’d called out to Tobe, who’d swiftly appeared with Ciaran.The two had helped her dispatch them.They’d needed to do it quickly and cleanly so as not to attract attention.She’d thought she could have the whole thing over and done with before Konstantin woke.
She’d been wrong.
And now Luka knew her biggest secret.Whatever he was thinking right now, well, it couldn’t be anything good.
Materializing at her side with Ciaran, Tobe cursed at the sight of the now-dead cleric.“I thought we were gonna take him alive,” he said to Naomi.
Theyhadtelepathically agreed that they would let this one Elioud live so they could question him, but ...“Luka wasn’t aware of that.”
Tobe glanced from her to the legion, his gaze turning both hard and wary.He stepped closer to her, evidently feeling protective.“If you’re standing there judging her for something she has no control over, you can fuck right off.”
Ignoring that outburst, Luka looked down at the dead male, his eyes narrowing on the emblem.His gaze locked with hers once more.“A cleric, I’m guessing.Why would he come for you?”he asked, his voice ice-cold.
Nota good sign.
Naomi’s stomach plummeted.He was going to walk now, wasn’t he?He couldn’t look at her the same way anymore, just as she’d feared.“Does it matter?”she threw out, disheartened.
His eyes flared.“Yeah, it fucking matters.”
Could’ve fooled me.
“This isn’t the time or place to talk about this,” Tobe stated.
Luka pressed his lips together.“You’re right.It isn’t.”
Daniil materialized; he’d presumably been telepathically summoned.
“I need to go to my place,” said Naomi, flicking a hand at her ruined clothing.“We can talk there.”
“Alone,” Luka specified.
Tobe stiffened.“Nome ...”
“I’ll be okay,” she assured her anchor.“This conversation needs to be had in private.”If Luka said evenonething remotely hurtful to her, Tobe would flip and launch himself at him.The legion wouldn’t exactly stand there and take it, so the end result would be bad.
“Me and Tobe will get rid of the bodies,” Ciaran told her.
Luka stiffened.“Bodies plural?The cleric wasn’t alone?”
“I’ll explain everything when we get out of here,” Naomi said.
A muscle in Tobe’s cheek ticked.“If you need me, Nome, reach out.”
“I will.”Moments later, her surroundings briefly blurred, and then she, Luka, and Daniil were standing in her living area.After a quick look at his Prime, the teleporter disappeared.
Luka raked his unreadable gaze over her.“Are you all right?”A stiffly spoken question.
Surprised he’d bothered to ask, she cleared her throat.“Fine.No wounds.Konstantin telepathed you?”
“Yes, he did,” Luka verified.“The question is: why didn’tyou?”
She blinked.Her car had been blown up.A bunch of clerics had come for her.He’d witnessed her feed from one of them.And ...“That’syour question?”
“Oh, I have others.”The words were low.Clipped.Curt.“Many others.”
I’ll bet.
“Tell me about the clerics.”
