Chapters (52)
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Kerrick
- Chapter Five
- Kerrick
- Chapter Six
- Kerrick
- Chapter Seven
- Kerrick
- Chapter Eight
- Kerrick
- Chapter Nine
- Kerrick
- Chapter Ten
- Kerrick
- Chapter Eleven
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twelve
- Kerrick
- Chapter Thirteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Fourteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Fifteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Sixteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Seventeen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Eighteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Nineteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Acknowledgments
- Copyright
Wynn approached me. “You asked me what I wanted, why I was here. Right?”
“Yes.”
She stopped two feet in front of me. “I’m here to recruit you. We want you to finish what you started and kill that bastard.”
I stared at Wynn. She wanted me to kill Tohon. “Why can’t you?”
“We can’t get near him.”
Now I laughed. “What makes you think I can get close enough? I almost killed him before. He’d never let me near him again.”
“Remember what I said about love? People do crazy idiotic things. He’s in love with you. He’ll welcome you back and keep you by his side.”
Probably in chains. “Which means Cellina will want my head.”
“There’s that. No plan is perfect.”
I sorted through the logic and nothing convinced me I had any chance of repeating my attack on Tohon. Only Noak’s comment about us being bonded kept me from dismissing the idea out of hand.
“No. I’m not doing it,” I said.
“Did you think you had a choice? I’m sorry, but you don’t. You are coming with us no matter what. We can drag you out of here or you can cooperate.”
I wilted. “And you’ll leave them alive?”
“Sure. Why not.”
“Can I fetch my pack first?” I asked.
“All right.”
“And I need Danny for a moment. I need to show him how to care for a very sick patient in my absence.”
“Hagar, Keelin, go with them,” Wynn ordered.
“That wouldn’t be wise. The patient has the plague.”
She crinkled her nose then turned to the man holding Danny. “Let the boy go. If you’re not back in five minutes, Baby Face, I’ll start slitting throats.”
“Danny, grab a few medical supplies, please,” I said.
He rubbed his wrists, but headed over to the infirmary. Many of the caregivers had remained at their posts. He picked up a few syringes and we retreated to the stage-one cavern. Of course, they wanted to know what was going on.
“Just stay here for now,” I said. Then to Danny, “There’s six patients, so let’s fill three syringes,” I instructed.
“What if more come in?” he asked as he pricked me with the needle.
“When these guys are fully recovered from the plague, their blood will also carry the cure. You can use their blood to heal new cases.”
“Oh, that’s good.” He filled the next two.
“Inject that into them while I go pack my stuff.”
“You’re not really going with her, are you?”
“Do you have another idea?”
Danny scowled. “Not right now.”
“Let me know if you come up with a plan.” I hurried to the next cavern.
Sergeant Gylon ambushed me with a series of questions ending with, “What should we do?”