Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,63

right questions?”

Myst hurriedly moved around Bas’s rigid body, sensing violence brewing in the air.

They didn’t have time to waste on a male pissing contest.

“I want to learn more about my vision,” she announced in firm tones.

“A foreseer.” The shimmering white gaze locked on her as Boggs drifted forward. “I haven’t had a taste in a long time. Let me—”

In a blur of motion, Bas had his hand wrapped around the doppelganger’s wrist, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Don’t touch her.”

The creature hissed with impatience, but he was smart enough not to struggle against Bas’s hold.

“I can’t see her vision if I don’t touch her.”

“No.”

“Bas.” She carefully reached out to brush her hand down his back. She wasn’t excited about the thought of Boggs touching her. Not because he looked different. They were all high-bloods with gifts that made them unusual. But because his magic was strong enough to make her skin crawl. “We came here so we could see if he could help.”

He didn’t even glance in her direction. “No touching,” he growled.

“Fine.” Boggs heaved a dramatic sigh. “Give me something that belongs to you,” he said to Myst.

She frowned. Everything she had on was brand new. She doubted it carried enough of her essence to help the male.

Then, without warning, Bas was loosening his hold on the doppelganger and reaching into his pocket. The sun glinted on a gold chain as he stretched out his hand.

“Will this do?” he demanded.

Myst felt her heart come to a shocked halt as Boggs reached to take the object from the male standing at her side.

It was a locket.

Her locket.

The one she’d lost in his office five years ago.

In a daze she turned her head to study Bas’s elegant profile, unable to believe that he would have kept the necklace, let alone carried it in his pocket.

A dozen questions hovered on her lips, but she was forced to swallow them as Boggs pressed the locket to the side of his face, his eyes blazing like stars.

“Yes, this will do,” he said in a low voice, his body abruptly arching as a cry of horror was wrenched from his throat. “No . . .”

Myst flinched. That was the same sound she’d made when the vision had seared through her.

“What do you see?” she asked.

He shuddered. “Death.”

She grimaced. She already knew about the death. She needed to know how to halt it.

“Can you see what the weapon is?”

His breath hissed through his clenched teeth. “Blood.”

Blood?

“You see blood?” she probed.

“The blood is the weapon.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

Boggs lowered the locket even as his eyes continued to glow. “The blood has power.”

Okay. This was getting her nowhere. Maybe she had to be more precise.

“Do you mean the Brotherhood could use my blood as a weapon?”

Boggs shrugged. “Impossible to say.”

Bas made a sound of frustration, his body rigid as he glared at the doppelganger. Myst struggled to ignore him. She didn’t think the Keeper of Tales was trying to screw with her.

He truly needed her to ask the right questions to bring the event into focus.

“Do I somehow alter my blood?”

“No . . .” Boggs gave a slow shake of his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Is it still in my body?” she pressed.

“That’s all I see.” Boggs lifted a hand, as if to silence her questions. “Blood and death.”

Shit. He wasn’t telling her anything that would help her avoid her fate.

“Are there any prophecies that would match the vision?” she asked in desperation.

“A thousand,” Boggs admitted.

Myst felt her heart sink. “A thousand?”

“Perhaps tens of thousands.”

Bas had reached the end of his patience. “So what you’re saying is that we wasted our time coming here?” he snapped.

“No.” Boggs held out the locket. Surprisingly, it was Bas who reached to snatch it from his fingers, shoving it in the front pocket of his jeans. The doppelganger stepped back, his expression impossible to read. “My role has yet to be played.”

“Come on, cara, we have better things to be doing,” her companion growled, wrapping his fingers around her upper arm.

She shook her head, not prepared to give up so easily. “But—”

“Myst, remember one thing,” Boggs said, his tone suddenly urgent.

“What?”

“One man’s weapon is another man’s gift.”

The words had barely left the doppelganger’s lips before there was a crack of thunder and the male disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Myst stumbled back as the blast of magic nearly sent her to her knees.

Holy . . . shit.

Chapter Thirteen

Two hours later, Bas halted in the shadows of the stone wall that