“Exactly.” I snapped my fingers in remembrance. “And he also told me you are the Breaker.”
Kimber’s lips twitched. “That, I am.”
“How do you plan to make peace on Earth?” I lifted one eyebrow, eyeing her person. “Any ideas there?”
“Not one.”
“Well, I guess we’ll figure that out together.” I held out my hand to her. “Deal?”
She shook my hand solidly, as she had before. “Queen Niniane’s head was found with you, so we do have a deal.”
I smiled. With fang.
Damn right she was sticking to it.
Dead queen or not.
“Kimber, watch out for this one.” Dorian snorted and walked away. “I have a head to give away. I’ll meet you on the train.”
I clambered aboard the old locomotive, heading straight to the washroom and carting my heavy bag behind me. The train blew its whistle and started chugging along ten minutes later. I was still washing. The water sloshed about in the water basin, but I steadied my legs for the ride. I rid myself of the worst of the filth, tossing my old clothes away in a wastebasket, relishing the new garments I pulled on.
I sighed with contentment when I took the empty seat Belshazzar had left for me next to him. Kimber and Dorian sat across from us, facing backward. The gals received the window seats, which pleased me.
I rested my forehead against the window and stared out into the night, playing with the holsters fitted to my thighs. New guns replaced my old ones—those long gone now thanks to my kidnappers—plenty more in my bag where they came from.
I stated quietly, “Is there anything left of S’Kir that is beautiful?”
“If you look hard enough, you can see it still.” Kimber stared out her window. “It only needs to be unearthed.”
I grunted. “You love S’Kir.”
Her hazel eyes met mine, fierce and determined. “I do. With all my heart.”
“That’s good. You’re going to need that love to rebuild the island,” I stated evenly. “It will take time.”
“We are immortal.” An enormous grin graced her pretty features, making her stunning to behold. “We have nothing but time.”
“True enough.” I chuckled and turned back to my window. But my brows immediately snapped together in confusion. “Um, is there a western being filmed here?”
Kimber blinked. “A what, Your Royal Highness?”
I pointed sharply at the window. “There is either a very weird movie being filmed here, or the train is about to get hijacked by men on horses—with swords and guns and spears.” That was an entirely odd mixture of weapons, but this realm was whacked. I no longer blinked an eye at it, accepting it as it was—a realm I didnotlike.
Everyone in our train car heard me.
Faces smacked against windows.
My soul mate smashed me from behind, scowling out my window with me. He growled in exasperation, “What thefuck?”
From the seats behind us, Aiko muttered with much frustration, “The Stronghold doesn’t know Queen Niniane is dead yet. And these railroads are the property of those vampires. It looks like they are coming for us.”
A slow smile lifted my lips as I eyed the two individuals leading the charge. I lifted my guns out of my holsters and clicked the safety off.
“The two men in the front there? No one touches them. They are mine.”
My kidnappers were coming to say hello.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
