Wait to see what she wants.

Dago decided that the best course of action was to wait to see what the resident ice queen wanted. It was for his safety as well as the interest he had in her. If he presumed too much too soon, it’s likely she’d kick him where it counted and laugh at his pain, or so he imagined. She was likely more cruel than he wanted to fathom.

“I need you to accompany me somewhere,” Natalie said, closing the door, “I have some information on something that Lilith will need, but it’s going to be difficult to obtain without a little bit of backup. I’m not entirely sure about it, which is why you’re coming with me and not her. Understood?”

Dago nodded quickly. Natalie tapped her chin for a moment.

“I think that’s it, let’s go,” she said, opening her door again.

He followed her out to the portals and took him into the one that he knew would take them toward Europe. She didn’t seem to be concerned with times and burning up, so Dago just had to assume she knew what time of day it was there. Sure enough, on the other side it was pitch black, in the middle of the night.

Natalie strode confidently toward a building and quickly rapped on the door. A small panel slid open and peered at them both.

“Who’s there?” a voice demanded in English.

“Davaĭte, govniuk,” Natalie snapped.

There was some fumbling and the panel slid back. The door was opened and Natalie nearly **** Dago inside. There was a group of about ten or so people inside and they all looked to be the shady type. Natalie began to speaking to them rapidly. They all began to talk, and Dago had a hunch they were arguing, but he couldn’t tell what they were saying. He felt kind of alienated and wasn’t entirely sure why Natalie asked him here.

Finally, Natalie began to speak to one of the women in hushed tones. They seemed distracted with whatever conversation they were having. One of the others offered Dago a glass of something he couldn’t identify.