There were times when teleporting everywhere was a good thing and there were also times when it's not. Now was one of those times.
Helena knew that teleporting to the Necromancer's lair was a risk that she couldn't afford to take. Not right now.
She had seen it in the vampire's eyes the last time she went to him. He's impatient and desperate. And desperate people are not to be trusted. Who knew if he had set a trap and was just waiting for her to teleport in?
She walked with the confidence of a creature of the night, moving from shadow to shadow, as she walked to his underground apartment.
Even though their goals temporarily aligned, she knew he was just as likely to kill her as to thank her for the information she was bringing him. But she needed this. She needed Ezra to believe she was on his side, even while she played her own game on the side.
