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“Mercy?” He had seen something similar to this with Ansara psychics, seers and empaths. He didn’t touch her. He simply waited.
As quickly as she had gone under, she emerged. “Someone is testing the shield around the sanctuary. And he’s not alone.”
Judah hadn’t thought his brother was foolish enough to actually show up at the sanctuary, knowing full well that he was here and would never let him get anywhere near Eve. But he could hear Cael calling to him. Not a challenge; simply a preliminary warning.
“It’s Cael,” Judah said.
“Your brother? How do you know for sure that—”
“I know.”
“We have to stop him! He’s trying to connect with Eve while she’s sleeping.”
“He’s playing games,” Judah told her. “He’s trying to show me how vulnerable Eve is.”
Mercy grabbed his forearm. “Just how vulnerable is she? How powerful is your brother?”
“Powerful enough to cause trouble.” Judah removed her hand from his arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You stay here and protect Eve by any method necessary. Conjure up the strongest spell you know that will guard her from Cael’s attempts to enter her dreams. My brother possesses the power of oneiromancy. He can telepathically enter someone’s dreams and affect their well-being.”
Mercy clutched his hand. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to have a talk with Cael.”
“I should go with you to—”
“I don’t need you.” Judah pulled away from her. “I can deal with my brother. You take care of Eve.”
“You’ll need transportation if you’re going outside to meet him. There’s an old truck parked in the garage. Take it,” Mercy told him. “The keys are in the ignition.”
They shared a moment of complete understanding, bound together in a common cause that superseded any clan rivalry or personal animosity.
Mercy reinforced the shield that protected Eve from outside forces, then placed a special guard around her dreams. Finally she cast a sleeping spell over her daughter, something mild that would keep her subdued for a short period of time without leaving any aftereffects. There was no way to know what Eve might do if she thought her parents w
ere in danger. Then, with the utmost gentleness, Mercy lifted Eve into her arms and carried her child back to the house.
Sidonia, who was removing heavy winter quilts from the clothesline out back, looked up and saw them. She dropped the sunned quilts into the large wicker basket at her feet and scurried toward Mercy.
“What’s wrong with her?” Sidonia asked. “Is she hurt? Did he—”
“She’s fine. Just sleeping. I cast a mild sleeping spell over her.” Mercy held out her child to Sidonia. “Here, take her, then go inside and stay there with her until I come back. I’ve made sure that she’s well protected, but…Guard her with your life.”
Sidonia took Eve into her arms, then looked squarely at Mercy. “What’s happening? Where are you going?”
“To join Judah. His brother has come to the sanctuary. He’s gone out to meet him, to stop him from carrying out the ancient decree.”
“Dear God! That monstrous edict to kill babies.” Sidonia gazed pleadingly at Mercy. “Call the others that are here at the sanctuary to help you. Don’t trust Judah Ansara to save our little Eve.”
“Take her inside now,” Mercy said. “And don’t alert anyone else. Judah and I can handle this.”
“Oh, my poor girl.” Sidonia tsked-tsked sadly. “You actually trust him, don’t you?”
“I—I don’t know, but…yes, I believe he’ll protect Eve from his brother. I believe he cares for Eve as much as an Ansara is capable of caring.”
Mercy rushed past Sidonia and into the house. She retrieved the keys to her Escalade from a bowl on the kitchen counter, then ran back outside and straight to the garage. She slid behind the wheel of her SUV, started the engine, backed out and headed up the road.
When she reached the entrance to the sanctuary, she saw the old truck parked just inside the iron gates, but she didn’t see Judah. Her heartbeat accelerated. She pulled up behind the truck and parked, then jumped out and stopped dead in her tracks. Judah had gone outside. He was standing just beyond the closed gates, his back to her. Four strangers—three men and one woman—stood across the road, all focused on Judah. The woman, probably in her mid-thirties, stood apart from the other three. Two young men, little more than teenagers, flanked the man in the middle, the tall, lean blond with eyes as silvery cold as Judah’s.
Cael. The murderous half brother.
