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pointed to his cell phone.
No way was Xander going to leave Isleen. He glanced down at her. She had already drifted off.
âThis canât wait.â Kentâs tone crossed the border from demanding into confrontational territory.
Great. Isleen didnât need to witness him and Kent going at itâand thatâs what was about to happen. He gave Isleen a final glance, then walked out of her room, heading toward the waiting area theyâd just left.
The pain slammed into his head so unexpectedly that he gasped and grabbed his temple. All the noises he hadnât noticed only moments before traffic-jammed inside his ears. What was going on with his hearing? All this time, days sitting at Isleenâs bedside, the sounds hadnât bugged him as much as they did right now. Isleen was the key to a door he hadnât known existed.
Heâs hiding something. Or protecting her. Something is going on.
Inside the still-empty waiting room, Xander pivoted to face Kent. âI donât know whatâs got your big boys in a twist, butââ
âThis.â Kent shoved his phone in front of Xanderâs face. âI just got this message from one of the local guys.â
Officer Decker: Female vic. Mid-twenties. Stabbed to death. Prospectus Prairie Park. Since youâre in the neighborhood, you boys want in on this?
Chapter 6
Sunshine peeked through the closed blinds of the Dragonâs hospital room, casting a divine golden glow around the spaceâa sign of the Lordâs approval. But still, dread weighed heavily on Kingâs shoulders, making each footstep to the bed a burden. He fingered the gold cross in his pants pocket, rubbing his thumb over the warm metal.
Chosen Oneâs words came to him: It is much the same for all whoâve been asked to complete such a task. We are here but to serve the Lord, not to question.
âLord, wrap me in your grace, protect me with your virtue, grant me your strength.â King spoke the words at near-normal volume. Verbalizations carried more power than silent prayer. Though heâd dictated every moment of the Dragonâs captivity, he hadnât actually seen her since heâd taken herâcouldnât risk falling victim to her devilry. Only Queenâmay his sisterâs soul be resting with the Lordâhad been immune.
King remembered how the Dragon had looked back then, all platinum hair and big, baby-doll eyes too beautiful to be normal.
He stared down at the frail figure in the bed. Even now, her features carried a beguiling innocence. He could never allow himself to forget what heâd been taught: True evil never came with a warning; it masqueraded as beauty and grace.
âWhy didnât you just die?â It had been his responsibility to eliminate the Dragon, but heâd been weak in his faith. So weak. He hadnât been able to bear the idea of murder. And if the Lord commanded thou shalt not kill, how was King to reconcile that with the Lord ordering him to kill? That paradox had been an infinite source of anguish. Heâd spent days on his knees, prayingâbeggingâfor an answer, but the Lord had always remained silent, further testing Kingâs faith.
So King had just contained the Dragon, temporarily keeping the world safe from her influence.
He spoke around the sob wanting to escape the confines of his throat. He needed to make a final confession before he fulfilled his duty. âI prayedâoh, I prayedâthat the wrongness inside you was separate from your soul. I prayed it would vanish under the weight of your suffering body. I had you starved to deprive the evil. I had you beaten to make your body a hostile environment. I had you drained of blood to weaken evilâs power. Nothing worked.â
He licked his thumb and pressed it to the center of her forehead. Her skin was hellfire, burning through his flesh. He hissed a breath but forced himself to trace a cross.
She
No way was Xander going to leave Isleen. He glanced down at her. She had already drifted off.
âThis canât wait.â Kentâs tone crossed the border from demanding into confrontational territory.
Great. Isleen didnât need to witness him and Kent going at itâand thatâs what was about to happen. He gave Isleen a final glance, then walked out of her room, heading toward the waiting area theyâd just left.
The pain slammed into his head so unexpectedly that he gasped and grabbed his temple. All the noises he hadnât noticed only moments before traffic-jammed inside his ears. What was going on with his hearing? All this time, days sitting at Isleenâs bedside, the sounds hadnât bugged him as much as they did right now. Isleen was the key to a door he hadnât known existed.
Heâs hiding something. Or protecting her. Something is going on.
Inside the still-empty waiting room, Xander pivoted to face Kent. âI donât know whatâs got your big boys in a twist, butââ
âThis.â Kent shoved his phone in front of Xanderâs face. âI just got this message from one of the local guys.â
Officer Decker: Female vic. Mid-twenties. Stabbed to death. Prospectus Prairie Park. Since youâre in the neighborhood, you boys want in on this?
Chapter 6
Sunshine peeked through the closed blinds of the Dragonâs hospital room, casting a divine golden glow around the spaceâa sign of the Lordâs approval. But still, dread weighed heavily on Kingâs shoulders, making each footstep to the bed a burden. He fingered the gold cross in his pants pocket, rubbing his thumb over the warm metal.
Chosen Oneâs words came to him: It is much the same for all whoâve been asked to complete such a task. We are here but to serve the Lord, not to question.
âLord, wrap me in your grace, protect me with your virtue, grant me your strength.â King spoke the words at near-normal volume. Verbalizations carried more power than silent prayer. Though heâd dictated every moment of the Dragonâs captivity, he hadnât actually seen her since heâd taken herâcouldnât risk falling victim to her devilry. Only Queenâmay his sisterâs soul be resting with the Lordâhad been immune.
King remembered how the Dragon had looked back then, all platinum hair and big, baby-doll eyes too beautiful to be normal.
He stared down at the frail figure in the bed. Even now, her features carried a beguiling innocence. He could never allow himself to forget what heâd been taught: True evil never came with a warning; it masqueraded as beauty and grace.
âWhy didnât you just die?â It had been his responsibility to eliminate the Dragon, but heâd been weak in his faith. So weak. He hadnât been able to bear the idea of murder. And if the Lord commanded thou shalt not kill, how was King to reconcile that with the Lord ordering him to kill? That paradox had been an infinite source of anguish. Heâd spent days on his knees, prayingâbeggingâfor an answer, but the Lord had always remained silent, further testing Kingâs faith.
So King had just contained the Dragon, temporarily keeping the world safe from her influence.
He spoke around the sob wanting to escape the confines of his throat. He needed to make a final confession before he fulfilled his duty. âI prayedâoh, I prayedâthat the wrongness inside you was separate from your soul. I prayed it would vanish under the weight of your suffering body. I had you starved to deprive the evil. I had you beaten to make your body a hostile environment. I had you drained of blood to weaken evilâs power. Nothing worked.â
He licked his thumb and pressed it to the center of her forehead. Her skin was hellfire, burning through his flesh. He hissed a breath but forced himself to trace a cross.
She
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