word to this one's lips.
"If we hadn't intercepted that ship, we wouldn't have him, either. Any word on its destination?"
"No, boss. Just found drugs on board, and only a few boxes of that. I get the idea that information was the most important cargo they transported; that's why he won't—or can't—talk." Stellan nodded toward their prisoner.
Their captive didn't look capable of holding anything back; Stellan thought him rather weak as a warlock, otherwise he might have escaped his captors, who were regular CSD—Campiaan Security Detail. Instead, the agents had received a few burns from feeble fireblasts before they'd managed to knock him unconscious with a laser tazer. They'd hauled him to Campiaa for questioning afterward.
"We can hold him two days for questioning on the drugs, but we have to let him post bond after that," Teeg sighed. "Kooper Griff says he has somebody who might help, but tomorrow morning is the earliest they can arrive."
"I hope whomever he has can tell us something. There's a problem here, I can smell it," Stellan grumbled.
"Yeah. Me, too, Stell. Me, too."
* * *
Breanne's Journal
"Sweetheart, people are waiting for you to wake."
I blinked at the face hovering near mine. Oddly enough, Adam Chessman's gray eyes were filled with concern. I blinked a few more times, just to bring his face into focus. I knew all sorts of things about him when my vision finally cleared. Yes, he'd been vampire. Yes, he'd killed. And finally, yes, he was a kind soul. I wanted to weep at the last revelation. Not only was he a kind soul, but some of that kindness was pointed in my direction.
"Who's waiting?" I touched my forehead—my brain felt fragile for some reason. It hit me, then. Sunlight filtered through an unfamiliar window beside my bed and I wasn't frying. I remembered my suicide attempt in the sun on Le-Ath Veronis—I'd barely kept the screams of agony behind my teeth as natural light melted my skin.
Adam smiled gently at me. "Well, Trevor and Kooper say what they have can't wait, and then Kevis wants to speak with you when you're done with those two," Adam interrupted my thoughts. He was a handsome man—there was no doubt of that. He was also mated to a beautiful woman; I'd seen her in my reading of Adam. I even had her name and the names of her two other mates.
"I'll walk you to the kitchen so you can have breakfast and listen to what Kooper and Trevor have to say." Adam smiled gently at me as he helped me off the bed.
"How am I still alive in daylight?" I wobbled precariously as I stood.
"We had to perform a second turn last night, after you went to The Line," Adam said, slipping my hand through his elbow to steady me. "My blood has something extra in it." I already knew he was special, as were the others I'd seen in his reading.
"So I won't cook when I go to The Line again?"
"I don't want you to go back to The Line. In fact, I'm begging you to never consider it again." He was speaking metaphorically—we both knew that.
"A second turn. That means I'm a half-child, doesn't it?" I looked up into clearly concerned gray eyes.
"Yes. I'm surprised you knew that."
"Gavin gave me information on a comp-vid and told me to read all of it. Half-children are only mentioned once in all of that. It said they're rare."
"They are very rare. I hope you don't mind that I volunteered to be your second sire. Merrill wanted to do this, but I beat him to it." Adam was smiling again. Nobody had smiled that much at me in well, forever.
"You're a good man. Why would I mind?" I shook my head. "Gavin hated me from the beginning."
"Hate is a strong word," Adam said, patting my fingers. I was currently holding onto his arm as tightly as I dared—I was shaky and concentrated my efforts on staying upright.
"Gavin didn't want anything to do with me."
"Sweetheart, do you know that for sure?"
"Yeah. I know it for sure," I nodded. I'd seen it every time he'd stood in front of me.
"Thank God." Trevor spoke first and
"If we hadn't intercepted that ship, we wouldn't have him, either. Any word on its destination?"
"No, boss. Just found drugs on board, and only a few boxes of that. I get the idea that information was the most important cargo they transported; that's why he won't—or can't—talk." Stellan nodded toward their prisoner.
Their captive didn't look capable of holding anything back; Stellan thought him rather weak as a warlock, otherwise he might have escaped his captors, who were regular CSD—Campiaan Security Detail. Instead, the agents had received a few burns from feeble fireblasts before they'd managed to knock him unconscious with a laser tazer. They'd hauled him to Campiaa for questioning afterward.
"We can hold him two days for questioning on the drugs, but we have to let him post bond after that," Teeg sighed. "Kooper Griff says he has somebody who might help, but tomorrow morning is the earliest they can arrive."
"I hope whomever he has can tell us something. There's a problem here, I can smell it," Stellan grumbled.
"Yeah. Me, too, Stell. Me, too."
* * *
Breanne's Journal
"Sweetheart, people are waiting for you to wake."
I blinked at the face hovering near mine. Oddly enough, Adam Chessman's gray eyes were filled with concern. I blinked a few more times, just to bring his face into focus. I knew all sorts of things about him when my vision finally cleared. Yes, he'd been vampire. Yes, he'd killed. And finally, yes, he was a kind soul. I wanted to weep at the last revelation. Not only was he a kind soul, but some of that kindness was pointed in my direction.
"Who's waiting?" I touched my forehead—my brain felt fragile for some reason. It hit me, then. Sunlight filtered through an unfamiliar window beside my bed and I wasn't frying. I remembered my suicide attempt in the sun on Le-Ath Veronis—I'd barely kept the screams of agony behind my teeth as natural light melted my skin.
Adam smiled gently at me. "Well, Trevor and Kooper say what they have can't wait, and then Kevis wants to speak with you when you're done with those two," Adam interrupted my thoughts. He was a handsome man—there was no doubt of that. He was also mated to a beautiful woman; I'd seen her in my reading of Adam. I even had her name and the names of her two other mates.
"I'll walk you to the kitchen so you can have breakfast and listen to what Kooper and Trevor have to say." Adam smiled gently at me as he helped me off the bed.
"How am I still alive in daylight?" I wobbled precariously as I stood.
"We had to perform a second turn last night, after you went to The Line," Adam said, slipping my hand through his elbow to steady me. "My blood has something extra in it." I already knew he was special, as were the others I'd seen in his reading.
"So I won't cook when I go to The Line again?"
"I don't want you to go back to The Line. In fact, I'm begging you to never consider it again." He was speaking metaphorically—we both knew that.
"A second turn. That means I'm a half-child, doesn't it?" I looked up into clearly concerned gray eyes.
"Yes. I'm surprised you knew that."
"Gavin gave me information on a comp-vid and told me to read all of it. Half-children are only mentioned once in all of that. It said they're rare."
"They are very rare. I hope you don't mind that I volunteered to be your second sire. Merrill wanted to do this, but I beat him to it." Adam was smiling again. Nobody had smiled that much at me in well, forever.
"You're a good man. Why would I mind?" I shook my head. "Gavin hated me from the beginning."
"Hate is a strong word," Adam said, patting my fingers. I was currently holding onto his arm as tightly as I dared—I was shaky and concentrated my efforts on staying upright.
"Gavin didn't want anything to do with me."
"Sweetheart, do you know that for sure?"
"Yeah. I know it for sure," I nodded. I'd seen it every time he'd stood in front of me.
"Thank God." Trevor spoke first and
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