How many more of your kind will you send to slaughter?
45
THALIA
“What the hell happened?” Barrett asked, his wide eyes falling on the unconscious human women in my arms as I brushed past him down the halls of The Complex. Warriors parted ways, clearing a path as I rushed through the doors to the stairwell, Micah close behind as we descended quickly.
“She was being hunted by an immortal,” I said without sparing him a glance, ignoring the rush as my heart quickened when his footsteps followed us. Micah held the double doors to Dr. Johnson’s medical bay open, clearing my path as I quickly carried her in.
“What can I do for—” Dr. Johnson’s eyes fell to the human. “What happened?”
“An immortal?” Barrett asked, pace picking up to come into my line of sight.
My steps halted, and I turned to him, irrational irritationswelling in my chest.
“Were you not listening?” I bit out, immediately regretting the tone. I cleared my throat as I turned to carry her toward a bed. Dr. Johnson followed close behind me, immediately checking over her wounds.
I backed away, giving him room to assess her. “We don’t know how much she saw. If she saw too much, wiping her memories will be beyond our abilities.”
Dr. Johnson nodded and gestured to a nearby nurse. “Nicholas is a Nous user; he will be able to help.”
“Where did you find her?” Barrett asked, brows furrowing as he stepped closer to her bedside.
Micah frowned, and we exchanged confused looks before he answered. “Near Central Park.”
Since when had Barrett taken an interest in humans?
The nurse, Nicholas, approached, dipping his head to us as he stopped at the head of her bed. “I’ll make quick work so Dr. Johnson can care for her. Then, we can take her back into town before she wakes up.”
“Do you know her?” I asked, my question nearly overlapping Nicholas’ words as Barrett continued to stare at her. Dr. Johnson stepped back, giving him room as his eyes passed over her hair, her wounds. Then, he leaned over her and forced one of her eyes open to look at it.
Nicholas turned his attention to the girl, but Barrett’s hand shot out, grabbing his forearm to stop him from wiping the human’s mind. I frowned, glancing at Micah, who looked just as puzzled.
“No,” Barrett said, ignoring my question, and my gaze snapped to him.
“No?” Nicholas asked.
“No?” I echoed under my breath.
“I want her bewitched. There’re questions I need her to answer,” Barrett explained, releasing him.
“Does it have something to do with that assignment Damien gave you?” Micah asked, and Barrett stiffened but didn’t look his way, didn’t answer.
“Wake her up,” Barrett ordered.
Nicholas nodded. “Right away, sir.”
His hands rose to hover near her temples, and he closed his eyes. Barrett took a step back, and I remained silent, biting back the urge to press, to demand answers.
The woman’s eyes fluttered opened, the hazel of her irises dulled and drunken as she sat up.
“What’s your name?” Nicholas asked.
“Erika,” she said without hesitation, her words a near slur.
Nicholas glanced at Barrett and nodded.
“Do you know the man who attacked you?” Barrett asked.
