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some things you wouldn’t think to do.
    “I’m assuming you want to tell me the Adarians look worse?” she asked, as she continued into the office on the 66 th floor of the Sears tower and moved toward the window where he stood.
    “Bragging is ungentlemanly,” he quipped in his tired voice, returning his attention to the watery nothingness out beyond the storms and city. “But yes.”
    He knew this latest struggle with the Adarians and Hesperos had left him particularly drained. It was almost as if Gregori were sending the Adarians after him for the sole purpose of wearing him slowly down. There could be no other reason; he was stronger than the lot of them combined. Gregori had to know that. So why else throw them at him again and again if not to very slowly physically destroy him?
    The dreams weren’t helping, either. He’d caught a glimpse of his haunted reflection in the glass during a string of lightning strikes. He wouldn’t be making televised public appearances any time soon. As it was right now, stocks in his companies were flying high, especially with the frequent reports the media were making on the weather phenomena. It was of a particular benefit to be able to both make news and profit from it at the same time. But if he went on camera right now, looking as strung out as he did, the public might begin wonder whether he were sick. His stocks would probably drop, and that wouldn’t be good. His money, after all, financed so many things.
    “You know…” Lilith began softly and casually, as she always began her more serious conversations, “some people say you can actually catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. Or something to that effect.”
    “I’m not after a fly. Flies are irritating and incessant, and when they come around, I summon a fly swatter and deal with them.” It was odd that he couldn’t help but picture the Adarians at the mention of flies and fly swatters. “No.” He took a drink from his glass and gritted his teeth when it burned. “I’m after a hummingbird.”
    Lilith turned toward him, and her expression softened, her eyes taking on renewed interest. He had no idea why he’d said that. Why he’d likened Angel to a hummingbird. It just came out.
    “I received a card recently,” Lilith told him, “and do you know, there was a passage on the back that said hummingbirds floated free from time? Lovely card. By Papyrus, I think.”
    Hummingbirds floating free of time… They did seem to move at inconceivable measures. In his mind’s eye, he saw an image of a bird as brightly hued as gemstones, with wings that beat so fast, they blurred. As if they weren’t there.
    Invisible wings.
    He swallowed hard and looked down at the liquid in his glass as he idly swirled it. “I’m guessing you received the card from Max.”
    Lilith smiled. “Jealousy is ungentlemanly too.”
    That made him smile. She knew damn well he wasn’t jealous. He just hated the Guardian. But her teasing eased a touch of his pain somehow. It was strange how she could do that. Leave it to a woman; they had a way that baffled the male mind. It was an intangible kind of thing, this talent for calming the soul and easing disquiet. It was a magic power.
    But a moment or two later, his smile slipped. He realized, quite suddenly, that she had a reason for coming to see him. She always did.
    And just as suddenly, he realized what it was.
    He lowered his glass. His gaze re-focused, his body re-awakened, and every one of his raw, cheese-graded nerve endings fired to furious life. “You know where she is.”
    Of course she would. The damned woman knew everything.
    Lilith lifted her chin and took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. “I can give you this.” She pulled a small folded piece of paper from somewhere under her blouse, no doubt her bra, as there was nowhere else to keep anything, and held it out to him. “And the only reason I’m sharing it is because you aren’t the only one looking for