the air. “I don’t understand the medical mumbo jumbo, but so long as the blood being transfused still contains the power from the healer, it gives me a residual burst of magic.” He grimaced, glaring down at the robe that covered his frail body. “It doesn’t cure me, but it does keep me alive.”
Bailey hesitated.
Good God. Was it possible? Had the brother proved to be a conduit, allowing the healer’s magic to be transferred to a human?
She’d never heard of such a thing.
But then, had it ever been tested?
They’d recently found a healer who was able to alter actual DNA, so clearly there were still things to be discovered when it came to high-blood powers.
Giving a shake of her head, she shoved the startling possibility to the back of her mind.
Right now it didn’t matter if it truly worked or if it was a figment of Limburg’s imagination.
Her only concern was keeping the man preoccupied until Mika could get her the hell out of there.
“So if your brother was helping you, then why did you kill him?” she asked.
Limburg halted his pacing to turn and meet Bailey’s wary gaze.
“The more aggressive my cancer becomes, the more powerful magic I need. Which means the more healing my brother had to receive.” Again there was that appalling lack of concern. Did he care at all that his brother had been brutally beaten just to keep him alive? Seemingly not. “Eventually his body gave out.”
She was forced to clear her throat.
Just being in the same room with the jackass made her want to gag.
“And the healer?”
“He knew too much.”
The words were matter-of-fact.
A man was dead. An expendable casualty.
“You truly are evil.” The words burst out before she could halt them.
Robert took a step toward her, but Limburg held up a restraining hand.
“As I said, your opinion has no meaning to me,” he drawled.
She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature.
“Tell me why I’m here.”
“My doctor is convinced that the transfusions worked because my blood was so similar to my brother’s,” he explained. “Which means I need a new source of blood.”
A smile curved Limburg’s lips as he watched the horrified comprehension spread over her face.
“Jacob,” she breathed.
Mika and Wolfe crouched behind the hedge that framed the small parking lot.
Ignoring the baking heat and the nearby fishermen who were unloading a shrimp boat, they studied the square, red-brick structure that was built at the edge of the water.
At a glance it looked deserted.
The windows were barred and the front door locked with a heavy chain. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a large No Trespassing sign planted in the small patch of grass next to the stairs.
“This is the place,” Mika muttered.
They were the first words he’d spoken since they’d commandeered a vehicle from the monks and taken off.
It’d taken everything he possessed to focus his Sentinel skills on locating Bailey. Any lapse in his concentration and the barely leashed panic would overwhelm him.
Now, however, the tightness that had made it nearly impossible for him to breathe was beginning to ease.
Bailey . . .
She was near.
Wolfe nodded. “I’ll scout—”
“She’s there.” Mika nodded.
“You’re certain?” Wolfe pressed.
“I can sense her,” he admitted.
It was rare, but a few Sentinels formed a bond so deep they could actually feel the presence of one another when they were near.
Wolfe lifted a surprised brow. “Where?”
He nodded toward the warehouse. “Lower floor, south side.”
“Wait,” Wolfe commanded as Mika prepared to rush forward. He pointed toward the top of the warehouse. “There’s a sniper on the roof and at least one guard on the front door.”
Mika shrugged off his leader’s hand.
He didn’t care if there was a fucking army guarding the place. He was going to get Bailey.
Now.
“Keep them occupied,” he muttered, keeping low as
Bailey hesitated.
Good God. Was it possible? Had the brother proved to be a conduit, allowing the healer’s magic to be transferred to a human?
She’d never heard of such a thing.
But then, had it ever been tested?
They’d recently found a healer who was able to alter actual DNA, so clearly there were still things to be discovered when it came to high-blood powers.
Giving a shake of her head, she shoved the startling possibility to the back of her mind.
Right now it didn’t matter if it truly worked or if it was a figment of Limburg’s imagination.
Her only concern was keeping the man preoccupied until Mika could get her the hell out of there.
“So if your brother was helping you, then why did you kill him?” she asked.
Limburg halted his pacing to turn and meet Bailey’s wary gaze.
“The more aggressive my cancer becomes, the more powerful magic I need. Which means the more healing my brother had to receive.” Again there was that appalling lack of concern. Did he care at all that his brother had been brutally beaten just to keep him alive? Seemingly not. “Eventually his body gave out.”
She was forced to clear her throat.
Just being in the same room with the jackass made her want to gag.
“And the healer?”
“He knew too much.”
The words were matter-of-fact.
A man was dead. An expendable casualty.
“You truly are evil.” The words burst out before she could halt them.
Robert took a step toward her, but Limburg held up a restraining hand.
“As I said, your opinion has no meaning to me,” he drawled.
She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature.
“Tell me why I’m here.”
“My doctor is convinced that the transfusions worked because my blood was so similar to my brother’s,” he explained. “Which means I need a new source of blood.”
A smile curved Limburg’s lips as he watched the horrified comprehension spread over her face.
“Jacob,” she breathed.
Mika and Wolfe crouched behind the hedge that framed the small parking lot.
Ignoring the baking heat and the nearby fishermen who were unloading a shrimp boat, they studied the square, red-brick structure that was built at the edge of the water.
At a glance it looked deserted.
The windows were barred and the front door locked with a heavy chain. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a large No Trespassing sign planted in the small patch of grass next to the stairs.
“This is the place,” Mika muttered.
They were the first words he’d spoken since they’d commandeered a vehicle from the monks and taken off.
It’d taken everything he possessed to focus his Sentinel skills on locating Bailey. Any lapse in his concentration and the barely leashed panic would overwhelm him.
Now, however, the tightness that had made it nearly impossible for him to breathe was beginning to ease.
Bailey . . .
She was near.
Wolfe nodded. “I’ll scout—”
“She’s there.” Mika nodded.
“You’re certain?” Wolfe pressed.
“I can sense her,” he admitted.
It was rare, but a few Sentinels formed a bond so deep they could actually feel the presence of one another when they were near.
Wolfe lifted a surprised brow. “Where?”
He nodded toward the warehouse. “Lower floor, south side.”
“Wait,” Wolfe commanded as Mika prepared to rush forward. He pointed toward the top of the warehouse. “There’s a sniper on the roof and at least one guard on the front door.”
Mika shrugged off his leader’s hand.
He didn’t care if there was a fucking army guarding the place. He was going to get Bailey.
Now.
“Keep them occupied,” he muttered, keeping low as
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