Falling from the Light (The Night Runner Series Book 3) by Regan Summers Read Free Book Online

survey locations that Bronson’s advance team believes Abel has used.” At my fallen expression, Mal shook his head. “They’re old. He may still be in the area but he’s moved on. I don’t expect to encounter anything urgent today.”
    “And after today?” I asked. I couldn’t go with him. I’d be a liability. But I still needed to know what he was doing. I didn’t want him sneaking off to be heroic again. The last time had nearly killed us both.
    “When I have some real information, something new, I’ll share it. I want you to look at the information we dig up anyway.”
    “Oh, yeah?” That was new.
    “You have four routes in and out of every situation. I want your eyes on him, looking for habits, patterns. I couldn’t ask for a better strategist at my side.”
    “And after that?”
    “After that, we’ll get away. For as long as I can arrange.” He kissed my fingertips and rose to prepare for deplaning. The plane shuddered as the landing gear deployed. The brief flare of pride his comment had sparked disappeared as my stomach spiraled, and that sensation had to do with more than the plane banking sharply. We were minutes from being back in the States, but things didn’t feel settled. Not in the least.

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    “ I trust the flight was good,” Petr said from the plush bench seat across from me. Quiet and tidy as a butler, the human only seemed to appear when the shit went down or a hundred things needed to happen in the next ten minutes.
    He’d met us at the airport in a light linen suit with a small, impersonal smile. In the space of five minutes, Malcolm, Soraya, and about ten other vampires—along with all those trunks Malcolm had brought—were packed into a fleet of dark, vampire-proofed vans and trucks and speeding away. Their human drivers all looked and moved like ex-military.
    We were now rolling in the other direction, along the predawn 101 while our guide spelled out our itinerary for the upcoming day. He didn’t seem overly pleased with his assignment.
    “It’s quite exciting riding in a vampire airplane,” Mickey said. “More so for some than others.” She grinned without looking at me.
    “I see you’ve already been attired,” Petr said. “You’re nearly presentable now.”
    “You going to take me home to your mom?” I asked, smiling when he blanched.
    The outfit Malcolm had provided consisted of skinny black jeans, a black tank top with a low neckline, and a gauzy white sweater that slumped dramatically off one shoulder. I’d tossed the gold hoop earrings and gold-and-jade mess of a necklace into my bag and hoped never to see them again. If his plan was to disguise me as rich and ostentatiously fashionable with no concern for whether my ass went on display when I bent over, he’d succeeded. How such a disguise could keep me discreet I had no idea. Maybe vampires were unable to stare directly into the face of plumber’s crack.
    Thurston sat beside me but faced away, and I rubbed my arm every few minutes, warming it from the steady trickle of flat, cold energy that leached out of him and into me. The windows of the limo were tinted so dark that he probably wasn’t looking out so much as simply not looking at the rest of us. He had no luggage, and the teal sweater with the ratty cuffs he wore wasn’t going to cut it in the summer heat. He dressed like an old man. All he was missing was a pipe and an ear horn.
    “Do we have time to go shopping?” I asked.
    “There’s no need,” Petr replied without looking up from the folio in his lap. “The wardrobe in your room is fully stocked.”
    “Not for me.” I pointed my thumb at Thurston. “For my friend here.” The vampire didn’t react except possibly to go even more still. He didn’t even sway when the car cornered. The corners of Petr’s mouth turned down.
    “Perhaps he can go out and scratch something together while you’re receiving your services.”
    “I will not leave her,” Thurston announced.
    Mickey