Eden sighed. “Jacques.”
“Protect them, and yourself. You’ve a pure soul too,” I murmured. Eden nodded and moved away.
While it hurt to send her to look after them, Eden could defend herself. She had the strength of two Vam’pir’s in her veins. Mine and Julia’s. Eden was a worthy match for Claudias, as I was.
Tonight, I’d end the backstabbing, conniving bastard and ensure he could never be called again.
Lucian
I was worried when the others didn’t return with the mattresses in a timely fashion. Where were they? Had something happened?
James and I swapped glances, worry in both our expressions. Sabine was pacing back and forth when she suddenly stiffened.
“Oakwood!” she gasped softly, and everyone’s heads turned.
“What?” Kate asked, confused, but I understood.
“Daniel,” I gritted out, and Sabine nodded. I’d not been able to link to Wollscombe for several hours, even though I still sensed my home.
Maggie hurried over to Sabine and wrapped her in an embrace.
“What’s wrong?” James demanded.
“Daniel’s in trouble,” Sabine responded, pure worry in her voice.
“How do you know?” Chance approached.
“I can sense it,” Sabine replied, her shoulders going back as she straightened. She clearly expected ridicule, and that was the one thing Sabine wouldn’t get from me.
“I’ll go search for him,” I offered. Sabine sent me such a grateful look that I felt ten feet tall.
“On a gut feeling?” Calamity asked, with mild interest in his voice.
“Yes.”
“Seriously?” Chance demanded.
“Stay here, but I’m going,” I retorted and headed for the fireplace. Above it were two crossed rapiers. I climbed onto a chair and took one out.
“You’re not going alone,” Calamity said after escaping a glance with Chance.
Chance appeared bemused but nodded towards the younger man. “Agreed.”
“Are you armed?” I asked Calamity. He showed me his gun.
“Bullets didn’t work,” Nanci said.
“No, but cold steel might,” I replied and handed Calamity the second rapier. He held it and looked at it strangely.
“Stab with the pointy end,” I instructed helpfully, and Calamity scowled.
“I’m not that much of an idiot,” he retorted and then fell over his feet. He straightened and sent me a dour look as if daring me to say something.
I shrugged and headed for the door.
“Lucian, bring Daniel back,” Sabine called out, and I nodded.
“Always, my lady.” As much as I couldn’t stand Harrington, I’d not leave him to suffer. The Rakehell Six had suffered enough, as had the Nortons, my family. We were thirteen men and women, three hundred years out of our own time. We had to stick together. That was common sense.
