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Ian shoved his hands deep in his pockets and scowled down the length of the empty subway platform. His hands were freezing, he was in a bitch of a bad mood, and he had no idea why he'd agreed to meet Coreen at her apartment. All things considered, neutral ground might have been a better idea. He shifted his scowl to the LED clock hanging from the ceiling. 12:17. Thirteen minutes to get from Eglinton West to Wilson Station, six blocks worth of bus ride, and then a three block run to Coreen's. | Blood Price Tanya Huff Blood Price Author Tanya Huff Category Horror Website http motsach.info Date 15-October-2012 Page 1 191 http motsach.info Blood Price Tanya Huff Chapter One Ian shoved his hands deep in his pockets and scowled down the length of the empty subway platform. His hands were freezing he was in a bitch of a bad mood and he had no idea why he d agreed to meet Coreen at her apartment. All things considered neutral ground might have been a better idea. He shifted his scowl to the LED clock hanging from the ceiling. 12 17. Thirteen minutes to get from Eglinton West to Wilson Station six blocks worth of bus ride and then a three block run to Coreen s. It couldn t be done. I m going to be late. She s going to be pissed. And there goes our chance to make up. He sighed. It had taken two hours of arguing on the phone to get her to agree to a meeting. Maintaining a relationship with Coreen might be time-consuming but it sure as hell wasn t boring. Lord but the woman had a temper. His lips curled up into a smile almost without him willing the motion the flip side of that temper made all the effort of staying on the roller coaster worthwhile. The smile broadened. Coreen packed a lot of punch for a woman barely five foot two. He glanced up at the clock again. Where the hell was the train 12 20. Be there by 12 30 or forget it she d said completely ignoring the fact that on Sunday the Toronto Transit Commission the ubiquitous TTC drastically cut back on the number of trains and at this hour he d be lucky to get the last one they ran. Looking at the bright side when he finally got there given the time of night and the fact that they both had an eight o clock class he d have to stay over. He sighed. If she ll even let me into her apartment. He wandered down to the southernmost end of the platform and peered into the tunnel. No sign of lights but he could feel wind against his face and that usually meant the train wasn t far. He coughed as he turned away. It smelled
