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worked. It is definitely connected to your psychic abilities.”
"But what good is knowing who made a tapestry? It's not like knowing the future or something similar.”
"No, but you use your psychic ability to date your tapestries. You know before you send for the chemical testing whether a tapestry is real or not. Maybe there are other ways to use your gift as well.”
"I'm not sure how. I use it in my work because I like to know the people behind a piece. It is for my own entertainment, and I guess it makes me good at what I do. I will always be able to spot a fake. Most textiles today are machine made. There is nothing to read in the threads until someone puts their hands on them.”
"You said you can see patterns in the threads. Can you see other patterns?"
"I guess so. Puzzles have always been boring to me. I finish them too quickly. I stopped reading mysteries because I always knew what was going to happen next.”
"Sounds like your intuition is very developed. That is good. Now look for the patterns in real life situations. Like today, Funenko was in the tree. He knew we were coming. He is probably the same man who broke into your hotel room. So you have felt his energy. He knows I helped the police break up his smuggling operation, which was scheduled to bring in a shipment of drugs and guns to Siberia. What will Funenko do next?"
"He will continue to gather information until he perfects his trap. Then he will strike. Hating you, he wants revenge.”
"My thoughts, exactly. But Funenko needs more information. This means he is watching us.”
"That seems to fit his pattern so far.”
"Then, when next we go out, Funenko will follow. I will have my cousin and his friend here to help catch him.”
"But he will expect that. The officers tried to catch him today. ”
"We will see. I don't want to put you in danger. Maybe I should arrange for Funenko to catch me,” Grigori said.
"No. You might be hurt or killed. You said I would want to follow you if you died. Please don't risk yourself that way. I don’t want to lose you.”
"Hush, mate. I have no desire to leave this life. I just found you. Do not worry, Melika. I am talking about a trap, not a sacrifice. We will wait until Brencis and Valerii arrive before we do anything. I want you protected at any cost.”
"As long as the cost isn't your life,” Melisande said.
"Melika, you do care.”
"Why did I ever think you were charming?"
"Because I am charming and handsome too.”
"And arrogant and bossy, and if I lost you, I would lose a piece of my heart,” Melisande said and promptly burst into tears.
Grigori pulled her into his lap and held her as she cried. He kissed her lightly and rubbed her back. Her tears couldn't upset him. She was only crying because she loved him.
Lifting her in his arms, Grigori took Melisande to bed. He made slow passionate love to her and then held her as she slept. He needed this woman. Not merely her safety, but her happiness. Finally he allowed himself to relax and go to sleep.
Grigori awoke when the door to the suite opened. He hadn’t given a key to the night-shift officer. He slipped out of bed and let the change take him. His wolf form crept to the door and crouched down. The door to the room opened a crack, and Grigori jumped through the opening. Growling low in his throat, he landed on top of the intruder.
"Grigori, it's me . . . Stop, you're crushing me,” said Brencis Solovyov, Grigori's cousin.
"I told you we should have the desk ring the room before we came up,” Valerii Belikov said chuckling.
Grigori got off the young man on the floor, and changed his wolf shape back to a man, as he stood up. He reached a hand down to help Brencis rise. "Sneaking around could get you killed, Brencis.”
"I love you too, cousin,” Brencis said.
Grigori looked at the young man standing in front of him. He could be looking in a mirror five years earlier. He pulled his cousin into his arms for an embrace. It was good to
"But what good is knowing who made a tapestry? It's not like knowing the future or something similar.”
"No, but you use your psychic ability to date your tapestries. You know before you send for the chemical testing whether a tapestry is real or not. Maybe there are other ways to use your gift as well.”
"I'm not sure how. I use it in my work because I like to know the people behind a piece. It is for my own entertainment, and I guess it makes me good at what I do. I will always be able to spot a fake. Most textiles today are machine made. There is nothing to read in the threads until someone puts their hands on them.”
"You said you can see patterns in the threads. Can you see other patterns?"
"I guess so. Puzzles have always been boring to me. I finish them too quickly. I stopped reading mysteries because I always knew what was going to happen next.”
"Sounds like your intuition is very developed. That is good. Now look for the patterns in real life situations. Like today, Funenko was in the tree. He knew we were coming. He is probably the same man who broke into your hotel room. So you have felt his energy. He knows I helped the police break up his smuggling operation, which was scheduled to bring in a shipment of drugs and guns to Siberia. What will Funenko do next?"
"He will continue to gather information until he perfects his trap. Then he will strike. Hating you, he wants revenge.”
"My thoughts, exactly. But Funenko needs more information. This means he is watching us.”
"That seems to fit his pattern so far.”
"Then, when next we go out, Funenko will follow. I will have my cousin and his friend here to help catch him.”
"But he will expect that. The officers tried to catch him today. ”
"We will see. I don't want to put you in danger. Maybe I should arrange for Funenko to catch me,” Grigori said.
"No. You might be hurt or killed. You said I would want to follow you if you died. Please don't risk yourself that way. I don’t want to lose you.”
"Hush, mate. I have no desire to leave this life. I just found you. Do not worry, Melika. I am talking about a trap, not a sacrifice. We will wait until Brencis and Valerii arrive before we do anything. I want you protected at any cost.”
"As long as the cost isn't your life,” Melisande said.
"Melika, you do care.”
"Why did I ever think you were charming?"
"Because I am charming and handsome too.”
"And arrogant and bossy, and if I lost you, I would lose a piece of my heart,” Melisande said and promptly burst into tears.
Grigori pulled her into his lap and held her as she cried. He kissed her lightly and rubbed her back. Her tears couldn't upset him. She was only crying because she loved him.
Lifting her in his arms, Grigori took Melisande to bed. He made slow passionate love to her and then held her as she slept. He needed this woman. Not merely her safety, but her happiness. Finally he allowed himself to relax and go to sleep.
Grigori awoke when the door to the suite opened. He hadn’t given a key to the night-shift officer. He slipped out of bed and let the change take him. His wolf form crept to the door and crouched down. The door to the room opened a crack, and Grigori jumped through the opening. Growling low in his throat, he landed on top of the intruder.
"Grigori, it's me . . . Stop, you're crushing me,” said Brencis Solovyov, Grigori's cousin.
"I told you we should have the desk ring the room before we came up,” Valerii Belikov said chuckling.
Grigori got off the young man on the floor, and changed his wolf shape back to a man, as he stood up. He reached a hand down to help Brencis rise. "Sneaking around could get you killed, Brencis.”
"I love you too, cousin,” Brencis said.
Grigori looked at the young man standing in front of him. He could be looking in a mirror five years earlier. He pulled his cousin into his arms for an embrace. It was good to
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