Schwartz

Hila

In another part of the town named Hollowford, Hila Zaidi was on the prowl. She had been forced to leave her latest hiding place because of the Monk’s men who were scrounging the streets, looking for her.

Finally, giving up, she glared at the burner phone and swore.

She would have to meet up with Him. She had some important information to hand over to him anyway. Ignoring the sudden racing of her pulse at the thought of meeting the man she ached for, the pretty, pettie Israeli woman set off, diving into the subway to hide and work her way back in an elaborate fashion, to reach Piers Delano.

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James Schwartz

He lay, drugged and woozy. His body ached, that is, the lower part of his body which still had sensation,, his thighs, and his legs. Proserpina had been to see him and had sat, crooning beside him.

“The surgery went off well, dear James,’ she whispered, leaning toward him as she spoke softly, the hint of vanilla in her hair wafting to him.

‘But we are keeping you sedated for a