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she were fighting a headache, then she nodded and turned the TV off. "I'm not sure what I can tell you that I haven't already told C.O. Descantes.” She waved a hand by the side of her head as if she were shooing away flies, "At least three Seers have been here to poke around in my head and still nothing, but if you think you can do better."
She sounded damn defensive for someone that didn't have anything to hide. I reached out to her psyche and touched her shields. Considering she had been at ground zero when Tristan went 'postal', her shields were in good shape, nothing at all like Bear's. If I didn't know better, I'd think there was nothing wrong with her at all.
"I understand Tristan is your Sire. The assignment to take him down must have been hard. It goes against everything a Lifeborn is taught while they're transitioning."
She flinched but tried to recover before I saw it, "Of course it was hard, but I took an oath to serve and protect when I became a Sentinel. I don't take my duties lightly.” Jeez, she sounded as though she was reading the cover of the CMS's employee handbook. Jones crossed her legs under the drab hospital blanket with a smug look on her face, "I can't imagine it was any easier for me than it is for you now, Valeria."
I caught the hiss before it left my throat, "To be honest, I'm almost looking forward to the endgame, Amanda.” I leaned forward to rest against the bed frame and watched her eyes carefully, "Tristan is a monster. Vampires like him are the reason the rest of us had to hide for so long." I mused out loud, "He's a lame dog gone rabid and should have been put down when he was a pup."
Her eyes flashed black for less than a second. If I were Human, I would have missed it. In that brief moment of time, I saw something else in her eyes, a look that was almost pleading.
I moved to sit near the head of her bed. "Tell me what happened that night, Amanda. Tell me how he took out your entire team without throwing a single blow."
She stared out the window before shifting her head to look at me with entirely different eyes, "He's not my Tristan anymore," she whimpered softly, "He's become more than Vampire, more than Fae..."
The scream was so unexpected and blood chilling that my back was against the door before I realized it. I flew back to the bed and pulled Amanda's fists away from her hair, chunks of her scalp came away clutched inside of them.
"Amanda! Jesus what's going on?!" I turned expecting to see a group of nurses running in our direction because of the noise, forgetting for a moment that they had these rooms warded and soundproofed. I shook the screaming Vampire until, like a light going off, the screaming stopped. Amanda looked at me with a faraway look plastered on her face, as if she had suddenly checked out and was on her way to la-la land. When she spoke, her voice sounded just as hollow and empty as she looked. "He's here," she moaned almost inaudibly. "He's here, and he knows I want to help you."
Shit! She was either bespelled, or Tristan was using his link as her sire to listen in. Both would explain her standoffish behavior, but neither one should have been possible with the hospital room warded as the nurse claimed.
I went to the doorframe and ran my hands along the smooth surface until I found what I was looking for. I could barely feel the painted over runes carved in the surface of the metal, but they were there. I checked the windowsill and found them in place there as well. Her behavior wasn't making any sense. I considered calling in someone from the arcane arts department but brushed the thought away.
All magic leaves traces, fingerprints of the person wielding it and, from what I learned from Irulan, each species' magic also leaves specific traces. It eventually fades, but before it does, another practitioner can follow the signature, almost like a bloodhound. It takes years of study for a witch's ability to
She sounded damn defensive for someone that didn't have anything to hide. I reached out to her psyche and touched her shields. Considering she had been at ground zero when Tristan went 'postal', her shields were in good shape, nothing at all like Bear's. If I didn't know better, I'd think there was nothing wrong with her at all.
"I understand Tristan is your Sire. The assignment to take him down must have been hard. It goes against everything a Lifeborn is taught while they're transitioning."
She flinched but tried to recover before I saw it, "Of course it was hard, but I took an oath to serve and protect when I became a Sentinel. I don't take my duties lightly.” Jeez, she sounded as though she was reading the cover of the CMS's employee handbook. Jones crossed her legs under the drab hospital blanket with a smug look on her face, "I can't imagine it was any easier for me than it is for you now, Valeria."
I caught the hiss before it left my throat, "To be honest, I'm almost looking forward to the endgame, Amanda.” I leaned forward to rest against the bed frame and watched her eyes carefully, "Tristan is a monster. Vampires like him are the reason the rest of us had to hide for so long." I mused out loud, "He's a lame dog gone rabid and should have been put down when he was a pup."
Her eyes flashed black for less than a second. If I were Human, I would have missed it. In that brief moment of time, I saw something else in her eyes, a look that was almost pleading.
I moved to sit near the head of her bed. "Tell me what happened that night, Amanda. Tell me how he took out your entire team without throwing a single blow."
She stared out the window before shifting her head to look at me with entirely different eyes, "He's not my Tristan anymore," she whimpered softly, "He's become more than Vampire, more than Fae..."
The scream was so unexpected and blood chilling that my back was against the door before I realized it. I flew back to the bed and pulled Amanda's fists away from her hair, chunks of her scalp came away clutched inside of them.
"Amanda! Jesus what's going on?!" I turned expecting to see a group of nurses running in our direction because of the noise, forgetting for a moment that they had these rooms warded and soundproofed. I shook the screaming Vampire until, like a light going off, the screaming stopped. Amanda looked at me with a faraway look plastered on her face, as if she had suddenly checked out and was on her way to la-la land. When she spoke, her voice sounded just as hollow and empty as she looked. "He's here," she moaned almost inaudibly. "He's here, and he knows I want to help you."
Shit! She was either bespelled, or Tristan was using his link as her sire to listen in. Both would explain her standoffish behavior, but neither one should have been possible with the hospital room warded as the nurse claimed.
I went to the doorframe and ran my hands along the smooth surface until I found what I was looking for. I could barely feel the painted over runes carved in the surface of the metal, but they were there. I checked the windowsill and found them in place there as well. Her behavior wasn't making any sense. I considered calling in someone from the arcane arts department but brushed the thought away.
All magic leaves traces, fingerprints of the person wielding it and, from what I learned from Irulan, each species' magic also leaves specific traces. It eventually fades, but before it does, another practitioner can follow the signature, almost like a bloodhound. It takes years of study for a witch's ability to
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