“I did one better. They're coming here.”
“What?” Hunter Ji-woon sat up. “All of them? We don't have enough room to house them.”
“We'll make do,” Hunter Do-hun said. “This is a sanctuary if necessary.”
“Relax,” Daxon said as he pulled out his phone. “I'll contact the Prince of the Korean Underground. I'm sure he can find the Kumihos somewhere to stay for now.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Hunter Do-hun inclined his head to Dax.
“Of course.” Dax left the room as the call was picked up.
I was shocked to hear him start speaking Korean.
“Dax speaks Korean?” I asked Raza.
“It would appear so.”
“Why is that sexy?” I cocked my head and stared after my blue-haired husband.
“Goddess only knows,” Raza drawled.
“We'll prepare some refreshments for the Kumihos,” Hunter Mi-cha said as she and Hunter Yun-hee got up. “We can at least show some hospitality while they're here.”
Chapter Thirteen
We left Medea and Daxon to wait with Hunters Mi-cha and Yun-hee for the Kumihos to arrive. Prince Han-wool of the Korean Underground was already on his way to collect them, traveling underground most of the way. His home was beneath Seoul, but he'd been visiting the area beneath Incheon and felt since he was there, he should come personally to escort the Kumihos to safety. Since Princes were chosen for strength and usually came with guards, I was satisfied that the Kumihos would be all right. And since the Prince was coming, Daxon felt obligated to stay and greet him.
The rest of us couldn't wait. We needed to find the latest victim before she was killed. If that was possible.
Without a trail to follow, our only option was psychometry. Killian had a good dose of it. I had some clairvoyance, but it only came when it felt like it. All Kill had to do was touch something to get visions. So, we headed out to the place where the last Kumiho was taken.
The city looked like many I'd been to before, sprinkled with a few skyscrapers and many trees. The only differences that caught my eye were the strips of light at the edges of crosswalks that would turn green when it was okay for people to cross. Oh, and the bus stops had digital signs too. No trash cans though. Which was odd considering how clean the place was. Oh, andthe streets weren't all paved. Some of them were cobbled. Or do you call it tiled? They were lined in gray, square stones, whatever that's called. Not exactly cobblestones and not bricks, but like those stones you'd line a patio with. Funny what you notice when you drive through a city for the first time.
I craned my neck to look at the colored lights atop the skyscrapers and then down alleys full of people. Bulbs on strings crossed a few of them, and electric signs called to pedestrians in both English and Korean.
“That's not Korean architecture is it?” I asked as I pointed out the window of the tiny van we were riding in.
With so many of us, we had to split up into three minivans. Hunter Chung-ae was driving mine. I sat up front beside him with Killian in the back with our knights.
“That's Chinatown,” Chung-ae said. “Incheon is a port city. Trade was good here. The Koreans gave concessions to the Japanese and the Chinese.”
“Concessions?” I asked.
“They're like embassies,” Killian said. “But whole neighborhoods.”
“Yes, that's where the Chinese and Japanese would live and remain residents of their countries. The land wasconcededto them,” Chung-ae said. “There are stone steps between the two neighborhoods and one side is distinctly Chinese while the other is Japanese. Not just the architecture but also the steps. There's a statue of Confucius on the Chinese side.”
“Wow. It's like what you've got going on with the North, just smaller.”
“It is not at all like that,” Chung-ae said. “Not at all.”
“Okay.” I widened my eyes at Killian. Touchy subject.
“Sorry,” Chung-ae said. “I've lived here a long time and have formed an attachment.”
“Of course.”
After a few minutes of silence, Killian murmured, “Now would be a great time for the Sefer to return.”
