“A hurricane?”
“I don’t think so,” Brianna answered and shivered. “I felt cold. There was this huge tree in a graveyard…it split in two.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. That’s all I saw.”
The Druid’s tree! And a graveyard. Churches had graveyards. Sara could feel the tiny hairs on her arms begin to rise. They were on the right track after all!
She hugged her friend and they closed the circle, sending the elementals back to their respective homes. “You’ve done more than you know.”
Brianna hugged her back. “Just come back alive, will you?”
****
Baylor hung up the phone in his new hotel room. The man he’d paid to interpret the manuscript had been exterminated. Now all he had to do was place another call to a high-ranking Middle Eastern official who would allow the news to trickle down to exiled leaders that holy Christian relics would soon be found that, if defiled by members of the True Faith, could yield power for them. That ought to be good for another few rounds of frenziedjihad. He snorted. Mortals were so easy to manipulate.
The phone rang just as he was about to pick it up. Only Caldwell knew he was here. “Yes?”
“She’s alive.”
It took a moment for the words to sink in. How could she be? He’d seen the fire begin to burn before he left. The warlock had been out cold. The Templar, immortal though he was, would have needed at least an hour to heal before he could resume shape. She would have been roasted by then.
“We’re talking about your working partner, I assume?” Caldwell would be calling from his cell and Baylor didn’t want to take the chance on being intercepted.
“Correct. I went by this morning to pick up some papers I’d left.”
On purpose. Baylor had not wanted to draw attention to Caldwell by having him suddenly disappear from Smith’s right after Sara Kincaid’s death.
Damn the witch. She has more lives than her proverbial cat-familiar. And she’s eluded me—ME—twice. Twice!It was a good thing he didn’t believe in self-flagellation. For himself, that is.
“What do you want me to do?” Caldwell asked.
“Nothing.” He could hear the surprised silence at the other end of the phone.
“Could you repeat?”
Baylor sighed. “You heard me. Nothing. She’s not the main concern now that I’ve got the manuscript. The Templar is. He’s the one we have to watch.”
“Got it.”
“Is the GPS still working on the bitch?” Baylor asked.
“Give me a minute.” There was a short pause. “Yep. I’ve got the blip on my mobile. Still working.”
“Good. Then we can follow them. If they find anything before I can get this damn script figured out, I’ll be there to take it away from Ramsey.”
Caldwell laughed. “I’ll take care of the girl.”
“You do that,” Baylor said as he hung up. Good luck. He suspected Brighid’s divine hand in Sara Kincaid’s charmed life. And if that were true, the bitch would be as powerful as the Templar. Odds Baylor didn’t like.
Chapter Twelve—Revelation
The flight to Jacksonville had been uneventful. Lucas had scoured the airport at both DFW and in Florida when they landed. Even now, as their rental car was headed south along A1A toward St. Augustine, he kept looking in the rearview mirror.
“Do you really think we’re being followed?” Sara asked.
“After what nearly happened to you, I’m not taking any chances,” Lucas answered and gave her a brief smile.
Why did he have to look so seductive? The smile wasn’t meant to be anything more than reassurance, but she could still taste those full, sensual lips slanted on hers and… If only she could convince him that she was not afraid of his wolf, even if it did emerge.
“You’re being quiet. Penny for your thoughts?” Lucas asked.
