front.
Starr asked, “How old are you?”
Charmaine looked a little upset. “I’m not sure. What year is it?”
Ronan thought this a very strange question but answered and Charmaine’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m twenty four. They’ve had me for six years! Six years!”
“Oh my Goddess!” Starr’s voice full of shock and Ronan wasn’t surprised, he was shocked too.
Sam placed an arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now and you’re safe. I promise.”
Ronan noted the words his friend used. Saying I instead of we .
Starr encouraged the young woman. “So, Charmaine, what have you found out? Any information will help us.”
Charmaine took a deep breath, opening her book and checking through some pages before stopping. “So, he’s very old, I know he doesn’t look that old, but he is. He and two or three of his closest men have been working on this for a very long time. At one point they spoke of having three Dragons prisoner and they did to them what they did to the last one. Bled them until they could no longer survive. That blood has been given, in very small doses, to the rest of the Covenant to let them get used to dealing with dark magic.”
Esther joined the conversation from across the aisle. “Sorry, for butting in, but how often do they use? The more often, then the more corrupted they will become with the dark magic. That means they’ll have no moral filter at all and will be far more dangerous.”
“ Cac !” Ronan cursed as Charmaine continued.
“I’m not certain, only that he keeps the blood to a minimum when handing it out. He has several places where he stashes it, but I only know the general whereabouts, not addresses or anything like that. One is in the desert near Vegas, one is on the Canadian border, it’s a small town, I can’t remember the name but if I looked at a map it might come back to me. The other place I heard him talking about is in Colorado, some kind of big ranch. That’s his home and his ‘stronghold’ as he puts it.” Charmaine stopped, taking another drink of water.
Ronan was listening intently. “Do you know where he keeps the biggest supply of the blood? Or what his plans are?”
Charmaine looked pensive as she answered. “I would think the main supply would be at his home. He must call it his ‘stronghold’ for a reason. His plans? Yeah, I’ve heard them talk about it for a long time. The mountain is where he held meetings with his inner circle. That’s what those rooms were all about. They would meet and discuss things, get drunk, sleep, then start all over again. He’s planning on supplying those men with blood to distribute to their own covens. Then they will strike, taking out the human governments first. Once they have control, they’re planning on going after the other beings, Vamps and Wolves and whatever else there is. I think you need to work fast ‘cause his last meeting was only a few days ago and they were talking of moving up the initial strike. I’ve no idea on exact dates though.”
“Fuck! This is huge!” Sam cursed, his hand still holding one of Charmaine’s.
Esther’s voice was full of loathing when she spoke. “These are the worst kind of Witches. Ones who have their own, selfish agendas and have the power to carry them out. Ronan, we cannot allow this to happen. The bloodshed would be catastrophic.”
Ronan was more than a little shocked at the scale of things Charmaine had told them. “I know, Esther. We’re gonna have to work hard and fast to find and eliminate this Na Cúnant Dorcha . I’ll also have to let the Boss know, we may need his help.”
Charmaine asked. “The Boss?”
Sam chuckled. “Yeah, Ronan’s boss, well, he’s usually better known as Mr. President.”
Chapter 10
Over the rest of the flight Charmaine filled them in on everything she could remember. Her notebook was full of valuable information; names, plans, locations, dates…anything she’d had the chance
Starr asked, “How old are you?”
Charmaine looked a little upset. “I’m not sure. What year is it?”
Ronan thought this a very strange question but answered and Charmaine’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m twenty four. They’ve had me for six years! Six years!”
“Oh my Goddess!” Starr’s voice full of shock and Ronan wasn’t surprised, he was shocked too.
Sam placed an arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now and you’re safe. I promise.”
Ronan noted the words his friend used. Saying I instead of we .
Starr encouraged the young woman. “So, Charmaine, what have you found out? Any information will help us.”
Charmaine took a deep breath, opening her book and checking through some pages before stopping. “So, he’s very old, I know he doesn’t look that old, but he is. He and two or three of his closest men have been working on this for a very long time. At one point they spoke of having three Dragons prisoner and they did to them what they did to the last one. Bled them until they could no longer survive. That blood has been given, in very small doses, to the rest of the Covenant to let them get used to dealing with dark magic.”
Esther joined the conversation from across the aisle. “Sorry, for butting in, but how often do they use? The more often, then the more corrupted they will become with the dark magic. That means they’ll have no moral filter at all and will be far more dangerous.”
“ Cac !” Ronan cursed as Charmaine continued.
“I’m not certain, only that he keeps the blood to a minimum when handing it out. He has several places where he stashes it, but I only know the general whereabouts, not addresses or anything like that. One is in the desert near Vegas, one is on the Canadian border, it’s a small town, I can’t remember the name but if I looked at a map it might come back to me. The other place I heard him talking about is in Colorado, some kind of big ranch. That’s his home and his ‘stronghold’ as he puts it.” Charmaine stopped, taking another drink of water.
Ronan was listening intently. “Do you know where he keeps the biggest supply of the blood? Or what his plans are?”
Charmaine looked pensive as she answered. “I would think the main supply would be at his home. He must call it his ‘stronghold’ for a reason. His plans? Yeah, I’ve heard them talk about it for a long time. The mountain is where he held meetings with his inner circle. That’s what those rooms were all about. They would meet and discuss things, get drunk, sleep, then start all over again. He’s planning on supplying those men with blood to distribute to their own covens. Then they will strike, taking out the human governments first. Once they have control, they’re planning on going after the other beings, Vamps and Wolves and whatever else there is. I think you need to work fast ‘cause his last meeting was only a few days ago and they were talking of moving up the initial strike. I’ve no idea on exact dates though.”
“Fuck! This is huge!” Sam cursed, his hand still holding one of Charmaine’s.
Esther’s voice was full of loathing when she spoke. “These are the worst kind of Witches. Ones who have their own, selfish agendas and have the power to carry them out. Ronan, we cannot allow this to happen. The bloodshed would be catastrophic.”
Ronan was more than a little shocked at the scale of things Charmaine had told them. “I know, Esther. We’re gonna have to work hard and fast to find and eliminate this Na Cúnant Dorcha . I’ll also have to let the Boss know, we may need his help.”
Charmaine asked. “The Boss?”
Sam chuckled. “Yeah, Ronan’s boss, well, he’s usually better known as Mr. President.”
Chapter 10
Over the rest of the flight Charmaine filled them in on everything she could remember. Her notebook was full of valuable information; names, plans, locations, dates…anything she’d had the chance
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