Marcus stood, brushing dust from his jeans. "I'll contact you about the meeting with Catherine. Three days, you said?"
"Three days."
"Good luck, fallen one. You're going to need it."
He left, moving with that vampiric speed that made him nearly impossible to track. Within seconds, he'd disappeared from the cemetery entirely.
I sat there for a while longer, processing everything.
Three days until I'd be sitting across from a Covenant investigator, trying to convince her I wasn't a threat worth eliminating.
Meanwhile, I needed to advance my position with Selene, manage the growing tension with Sarah, complete jobs for the Jackals, and somehow find time to corrupt more targets and collect fragments.
My phone buzzed.
Vivienne: Dinner tomorrow? I miss you. Plus I need to vent about coven politics.
Me: Tomorrow works. Your place?
Vivienne: Perfect. 7 PM. I'll cook.
