Wait. You Think I'm Going

Okay, God, I Thought. Get Me Out Of This And I’ll Stop My Half-assed Church-going Ways. You Got Me Past A Pack Of Strigoi Tonight. I Mean, Trapping That One Between The Doors Really Shouldn't Have Worked, So Clearly You're On Board. Let Me Get Out Of Here, And I’ll...i Don’t Know. Donate Adrian’s Money To The Poor. Get Baptized. Join A Convent. Well, No. Not That Last One.

Abe's Face Came Back Into Focus. "greetings, Zmey," I Said Weakly. Somehow, Him Being Here Didn't Surprise Me. "nice Of You To Slither On In." He Shook His Head, Wearing A Rueful Smile. "i Think You've Outdone Me When It Comes To Sneaking Around Dark Corners. I Thought You Were On Your Way Back To Montana." "next Time, Make Sure You Write A Few More Details Into Your Bargains. Or Just Pack Me Up And Send Me Back To The U. S. For Real." "oh," He Said, "that's Exactly What I Intend To Do." He Kept Smiling As He Said It, But Somehow, I Had A Feeling He Wasn't Joking.

Adrian's New Research Partner Stepped Through The Door, And I Knew The Uneasy Peace We'd Just Established In Palm Springs Was About To Shatter. Dimitri Belikov Had Arrived.

He Almosted Smiled. "there You Go Again. Why? Why Do Yo Keep Helping Me?" There Were A Million Answers On My Lips, Everything From It's The Right Thing To Do To I Don't Know. Instead, I Said, "because I Want To.

I Stared. "canadian Satanists? You're Sending Me To A Group Of Canadian Satanists?