For people with occult missions, the peak of mourning was well known to last only four days, so, despite the vague what the fuck am I doing aura floating about, Sila still managed to pick up the map and plot the next cabinet ambush, which turned out to be back in Salzburg, only two hours away by train, two and a half by bus.
‘Ljubljana is four and a half,’ said Joanna, leaning forward from the seat behind, the Austrian Demonology book in her right hand.
‘I thought I lost you in the station.’
‘It’s not too late. We could change tickets and be there by mid-afternoon.’
‘Early evening at the latest. Yes, we.’
‘I’m not going back to Ljubljana.’
‘We could be at the castle by six.’
‘It’s not that far.’ She took out the vial then the blade and mimed a slicing action on her arm. ‘Not that far at all.’
‘Just a drop.’
‘I’m going back to Salzburg then on to Czech land. After that…ne vem. I don’t know.’
‘Those places are okay, but Ljubljana is better.’Continue reading