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"I don't want Syssi to chase visions, so naturally, I didn't think of ways to make it easier for her. But she found her own methods. Evidently, our daughter's presence has a similar effect on her as Mia's presence has on other talents."
"Allegra must be a seer," Kalugal said.
That was a given, but it didn't make Kian happy. He wanted his daughter to have a good life and not to struggle with visions of doom like her mother. "I hope Allegra chooses to be a musician or a painter and lets her natural paranormal ability remain dormant. I want her to be passionate about something that doesn't involve darkness and pain."
Frankie
"How are you feeling?' Dagor asked for the umpteenth time.
He'd given Frankie the transfusion about half an hour ago, but he had also snuck in a cup of coffee for her, so she wasn't sure whether her improved vitality was the result of his godly blood or the elixir of the gods, which coffee must be.
"I feel just as well as I did when you asked me five minutes ago."
He looked disappointed. "Perhaps try to move a little and see whether it hurts?"
She could do that, but it would have been better if Dagor had just peeled back the bandage and taken a look. She'd suggested that, but when he turned a shade of green, it was obvious that he didn't have the stomach for it.
And to think that the guy was a soldier, or a trooper as he called himself. Was there a difference? She planned to look it up when she had a chance…
"Oh, damn. Do you know what happened to my phone?"
He frowned. "I don't know. Bridget cut off your clothes, and I covered you with Negal's shirt because mine was saturated with blood. I don't know what she did with them."
"Ugh." Frankie slapped a hand over her face. "Margo might have called and gotten frantic when she couldn't get me. Or my mom or my cousins. I need that phone."
"I can ask the nurse." He pushed to his feet.
"If Bridget was the one who cut off my clothes, she's the one you should ask."
"She's busy with the women we rescued from the cartel. I don't think she will be available anytime soon."
"Can you at least call Mia for me? If Margo couldn't get ahold of me, she would have called Mia, and the same goes for my family."
"I can do that." He sat back down. "Do you also want me to tell her that she can come visit you?"
"Yes, please." Frankie smiled. "Do I really need to pretend that I'm half dead when she comes?"
The green hue returned to his pale face. "Please don't say things like that. Just dial back on your energy level."
Everyone who knew her was accustomed to her exuberance. If she pretended to be subdued, they would assume that she must be half dead.
"I'll try." Frankie let out a breath. "Or I can blame the contraband coffee."
"Please, don't. If Bridget finds out, she might kick me out. By the way, do you happen to remember Mia's number? It's not in my contacts."
"I don't. Who remembers numbers these days?"
"Right." He smiled. "I'll text Aru and ask him to get it for me."
"Good thinking."
As Dagor typed a message to his boss, the door opened and Hildegard walked in. "How is my favorite patient doing?"
"I'm your only patient, and I'm feeling fine, thank you."
"That's good to hear." The nurse walked over to her bed and checked the readouts. "Your blood pressure is back to normal all of a sudden. It might be a malfunction of the automatic monitor."
The thing started on its own in half-hour intervals, and every time it did, Frankie felt as if it was cutting off her circulation and her arm was going numb.
