He had no idea how to interpret the warning.
Andre's patient smile reminded him of how there was a time when he never would've considered asking for such a favor.
He'd cave to Andre's advice and double-check with Darkyn about whether or not his mate owed the Dark One anything – formally or informally.
Suddenly, Andre's cryptic warning made sense.
Andre's gaze was beyond the two deities.
Rhyn was smiling faintly, Andre's controlled expression reminding Gabriel of Wynn.
With Andre's help, he might gain some insight into Deidre's illness and be able to counter the demons tracking and stealing souls.
Andre's eyebrows both shot up this time.
Andre's words were accompanied by a smile.
The Ancient Andre's mind magic.
Thanks. Let me know how tomorrow goes with Andre's mind tricks.
He went through one of Andre's two walk-in closets, choosing a maroon sweater and chocolate suede pants.
Ully reappeared with a carafe of whiskey and set it down, taking Andre's head nod as a cue to leave.
Another boom, and the edges of the door lit up and spit fire as the rocket exploded in Andre's apartment.
Andre's apartment was black and fiery.
Any thought she had at Andre's apartment not being the target fled as she saw the damage done to her side of the building.
They wove their way through the panicked crowds toward Andre's building.
The rocket slammed into an ambulance parked in front of Andre's, the brilliant explosion throwing heat and light that reached her on what she estimated was the twentieth floor.
She looked back toward Andre's apartment, surprised to see two dark forms on the ledge following her.
Of all the brothers, he'd always been the one to begrudge Andre's role as their leader.
He didn't have Kris's noble look or Andre's delicate features.
Andre's specter appeared to her right, keeping pace silently with her.
At that moment, Kris couldn't help resenting both Rhyn and Death or hoping Death's visit to Rhyn hadn't been her way of showing support for Andre's successor.
Look, Kris, don't take our resistance personally. Anyone who tried to step into Andre's shoes would receive the same treatment. It's too soon after his death.
Andre's memory may live on, but I'm the one who inherited his responsibilities.
Andre's eyes fell to her body. Katie pointed to the dagger, and Andre shook his head. She indicated the satchel next. He nodded. She frowned and pulled out the contents: food and water cubes, holding them up for him.
It has nothing to do with living in Andre's shadow your whole life and now having the chance to prove yourself, she said with a faint smile.
Not attacking one of their brothers had been Andre's sacred rule.
We would if we had Andre's dagger. It was fashioned by Death.
It had been Andre's mantra, and Kris had always done what he thought Andre would've wanted.
Kris slowed, hearing Andre's message in Rhyn's voice.
Andre's sombre rage against the course of events found vent in the line on the Maenads who mutilated the king's Swiss Guard, and in the Ode d Charlotte Corday congratulating France that "Un scelerat de moins rampe dans cette fange."
In fact, after some fruitless attempts to save his brother, variously related by his biographers, Joseph became aware that Andre's only chance of safety lay in being forgotten by the authorities, and that ill-advised intervention would only hasten the end.