“No.”
“Then it’s possible that Sari and Orsala’s shields work to protect you from… whatever it is you’re feeling. Either way, it’s the safest place for you.”
“Okay.” She let out a breath. “Okay. The ones today, on the ski slope—?”
“Dust,” she said. “Gone now. They were from the city. Just looking for easy prey. No one else with them that I could see.”
“So the ones that came here tonight—”
“Coincidence.”
Ava thought that was about as likely as Mala giving up her knives. Still, she had no other explanation to offer. She just wanted to go.
They packed quickly and Renata brought her car around. She’d catch the train to Oslo, then stay in a safe house she kept. She promised to call within a week to check in. Sooner if she had news.
Within an hour, Mala and Ava were back on the road, heading into the countryside. It was quiet in the car, but Ava didn’t sleep. And the feeling of being watched never went away.