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“You don’t say.” A stream of fire shot from Kole’s hand, licking Roark’s cheek.
His hand slapped to the injury as the smell of burning flesh scented the air. “You trust your boss Cadmon, my close bud, the guy I put my neck in the guillotine for while I spied on Arisen Dawn.”
“I told you to put the sword in my hands once you found it.”
“I put it where it belongs.” Going toe-to-toe with an animus demon might not be the smartest move Roark ever made. Still, sometimes a firm stand was needed. Even if it ended with you on your ass and your skin torched.
Dissecting him with a glare, Kole tapped sparking fingers together, containing the flames. “Okay for now. Cadmon says to give you rope. Here’s hoping you get enough to hang yourself. What do you want?”
Indy was at some book club meeting. Who stopped to read books when the world was crashing? Anyway, Roark had some time along with an idea. “Your mate can scry?”
“Yes, but Skyler needs a possession to jiggle her power.”
“Would a human slave do? Kinda like a possession.”
Kole’s fire-gold eyes narrowed. “What do you have in mind, shifter?”
“Lort’s boy toy, the man Miller and I brought with us when we ran from the garrison. Would he do? He was a possession.”
“She’s never used a live object. I’ll give her a ring.”
Disconnecting from a call to his mate, Kole resumed the fire control tactics. Damn animus demons. “Skyler thinks the idea is farfetched. But any chance is better than none. Get him. Bring him to the stronghold. Now. We have no time to waste.”
Kole gripped Roark’s shoulder to escort him from the office. “You’re smarter than you look, shifter. Out-of-the-box thinking, but at least it’s an idea. And we are in need of even a crazy plan.”
Choosing to take the commander’s words as a compliment, Roark charged outside to the stronghold’s training grounds where he exploded into a million shards of brilliant color, re-forming as a black raven. He thrust his wings downward, shooting into the sky. Arrowing into the dark clouds, he flew toward the Ministry of Well Being where the captive had been sent. If the guy’s injuries had been slow to heal, likely he was still there. If not, they might know where to find him.
Apparently, the male had some mental issues which were screwing up his recovery. Go figure. Here Roark thought being at Lort’s beck and call would have been a pleasant experience.
His D-chip, courtesy of the Firebrands, got Roark into the ministry. Inside, he strolled up to the admittance desk of the medical wing.
An ylve receptionist glanced away from her computer. “Yes. May I help you?” She did a double take, resting her chin on a fist, her eyes dreamy while she gazed at Roark.
“I’m looking for John Ellsworth, human patient.”
“We don’t give out…”
Roark leaned close, running a finger along her cheek. A little mind control never hurt anyone.
She sighed. “Room 326.”
Roark thanked the female before she returned to study her computer screen. He took the elevator to the third floor, roaming the hallway until he came to the correct room. When he opened the door, he zeroed in on the pale guy in bed.
Eyes dulled by ugly experiences rolled up at Roark’s entry. “You. I remember you. You rescued me.”
Roark nodded. “I did. Now I need your help.”
The man waved a hand along his emaciated body. “I’m not in any shape to help anyone.”
“What I want will not hurt you. In return, I can give you what you desire most.”
“What I desire most is to forget everything that happened to me.”
“Bingo.”
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Skyler scrutinized the pale-skinned, pajama-ed man in Roark’s arms. “I don’t know. I’ve never used a person before.”
