ay—may have given you the wrong key—in
this—this light—”
“Give me the right key and tell me anything I need to know or I’ll
have the dog backtrack you and kill you,” Elena said, and at that
moment, she meant it.
“H-here.” This time the key didn’t look like a key. It was round,
slightly convex, with a hole in the middle. Like a donut that’s been sat
on by a police officer, part of Elena’s mind said, and began laughing
hysterically.
Shut up, she told her mind sharply.
“Sage!”
“Madame?”
“Can Talon see the man I’m holding by the hair?” She had to go on
tiptoe to grasp him.
“But of course, Madame!”
“Can she remember him? If I can’t find Stefan I want her to show
him to Saber so he can track him.”
“Uh…ah…got it, Madame!”
A hand, dripping blood from the wrist, lifted a falcon high, at the
same time as there was a serendipitous crash from the top of the
building.
The vampire was almost sobbing. “Turn r-right at the n-next right.
Use the k-key in the slot at h-head height to g-get into the corridor.
There m-may be guards there. But…if—if you don’t have a key to the
individual cell you want—I’m sorry, but—”
“I do! I have the cell key and I know what to do after that! Thank
you, you’ve been very kind and helpful.”
Elena let go of the vampire’s hair.