Free Immortality Stolen (The Mortal One Series Book 2) by Shannon Bell Page A

wasn’t going to be easy. “There’s a necromancer in Berlin and he may be able to come into Paris to lay the zombies to rest. The zombies aren’t easy to put down and the team that Costin assembled believe that the execution of the one made it harder because they are now staying within all of the public areas. You know that’s a problem.”
    “I understand why Olivier must go see the necromancer. I would like to have you come back to Florence. If there is more that Olivier would like to share with you about being a truth seeker, it can be done once there are no more zombies in the city. I would like to keep my wife safe and you make this difficult to do.”
    I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to figure out how best to deal with this. “Nico, I will be home to you soon. Olivier has promised me it will only be one night in Berlin. I trust that he will keep me safe and I would rather be with him than in Paris with these damn zombies walking around. They freak me out and I don’t want to see them again.”
    Nico let out a grunt on the other end of the phone. “The positions you put me in, Dylan. Go to Berlin. Then come back to me in Florence, please. Phone me again when you are in Berlin?”
    “Of course.”
    “ Ti amo .”
    “I love you, too,” I said, hanging up the phone. My daze was broken with Olivier clearing his throat. I had forgotten he was in the room.
    “We have about fifteen minutes.”
    I nodded and went into high gear tossing things into my suitcase. All of my toiletries in the bathroom went into one bag and then all of my new purchases went into the new suitcases. I checked around the room to make sure that everything was packed and accounted for.
    “Ready,” I said, as though I had just accomplished some great feat.
    Olivier helped me drag everything down to the front lobby. He asked me to hold onto the one bag I was taking to Berlin. He then waved down Leuc and asked for everything else to be shipped overnight to my apartment in Florence. He reached into his wallet to cover the shipping charges and Leuc nodded with enthusiasm. My guess was that there was quite a lot more than what was required to handle shipping.
    “Everything will be in Florence before you even make it there. I keep my promises.”
    I nodded and wheeled my bag behind him where he already had a taxi waiting for us. He took my bag for me, opened my door and escorted me into the backseat. He told the driver to take us to the airport and then got in next to me.
    “You didn’t tell me that you married him.”
    Oh. We are going to have this conversation?
    “Yes.”
    Fuck, I really hated the mind reading.
    “What do you want me to say?”
    His head shook back and forth slightly as though he didn’t even know how to approach the subject further.
    “You could have told me.”
    “Really? Before I came to Paris to meet you, it isn’t exactly like we were on the best of terms. I didn’t know what the hell to expect when you brought me here.”
    “You came anyway.”
    “Yes.”
    “Even though I scared you?” He asked.
    I nodded.
    “But that is not how you feel any more.”
    He said it in such a matter-of-fact way that it caught me by surprise. He shifted in the backseat and moved so close to me that the whiskers of his beard scratched against my cheek. “I see how your body reacts to me,” he whispered.
    My heart raced, betraying my interest on the spot. “What do you want me to say?”
    “Tell me I’m wrong.” He didn’t back up when he said it. His stare was so intense that it was unnerving. My mouth grew dry as I tried to put into words what was on my mind.
    I was saved by the taxi coming to a stop and the taxi driver getting out to open my door. He gave me a quick glance before heading to the trunk to get our bags. We were at the airport.
    “This conversation isn’t over,” Olivier said nonchalantly as he tipped the driver and brought his bag and mine into the airport with me racing to catch up to