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“I’ll give you twenty-four hours to bring the skull to me.
Оглавление“If you do not comply, at precisely five minutes beyond the twenty-four-hour mark, I will kill you. Got it?”
Annja nodded. “How am I supposed to find you?”
Serge leaned close and hissed in her ear. “The Linden Hill cemetery off Starr Street. Tomorrow morning, this time.”
“A graveyard? Swell,” she mumbled.
Something sharp pricked her wrist. Annja let out a yelp as what felt like a knife entered her flesh and, with a forceful shove, traveled through to bone.
Serge gave the instrument a twist. Annja screamed. Agony felled her to her knees. Serge tugged it out and stepped back.
Struggling to maintain consciousness, and looking up to see the weird tubelike blade he tucked inside his coat, Annja reached out—for what, she didn’t know. It seemed as though something should come to her hand. Something that could protect her.
Instead, she fell forward and blacked out….
