have stopped for the time being, but they’re making plans to grow their army.”
The statement sent a chill up my spine. Building their army meant attacking and infecting norms—changing them into vampires and shifters. Of course, that meant the Amadis must fight back by converting the newly turned as quickly as possible, saving their souls and growing our own army at the same time.
“They won’t let Tristan—or Alexis—go easily, of course,” Martin added. “They will fight for them, harder than ever. Since we have them protected here, they appear to be in the midst of making plans for flushing them out. I recommend we keep them here on the island as long as possible, for their protection.”
“I disagree,” Armand said. “They need to mainstream. The boy is getting old enough to remember what he sees here. He cannot know our secrets, since he will . . .”
I didn’t hear the rest of Armand’s sentence—I didn’t have to, though, to understand he and others would want to protect the Amadis secrets from Dorian, their future enemy.
Rina broke into my mind.
“Alexis,” she said, again sounding as though she yelled in my head, automatically grabbing my attention. “Have you started?”
I pressed my lips together and wiped my palms on my dress as tendrils of anxiety slithered in and around me.
“Focus on the mages,” Rina instructed. “They are the only ones who could block me. You do not need to worry about the others.”
I pulled in a deep breath, tried to blow out the tension inside me, and commanded myself to proceed. The discussion of when we’d need to mainstream resided in one part of my brain, while I used another part to conjure my cloud. I envisioned enlarging the black cloud beyond my head, which took more work than ever before, probably because nerves tried to hold it in. With effort, I pushed it out to enshroud Charlotte, who I thought would be a good start. Nice and safe.
She wasn’t completely focused on the conversation either, but silently cussed at Mom for dragging her onto the council with all of its hellishly boring meetings, when she could be out fighting. Although, she also admitted to herself, she was happy to be paired up with Mom again and couldn’t wait for the paybacks Mom owed her for this meeting. Paybacks that involved margaritas on the beach and working with me. Hmm . . . what does that mean? I couldn’t linger on that last thought, though, and forced the cloud to Martin, but didn’t stay long with him, either—his mind was focused completely on the discussion, and he was Owen’s dad, after all. A pang of guilt stabbed at me for invading his parents’ thoughts in the first place.
My head already began to ache as I concentrated on moving my cloud along to Armand, and then, following Rina’s instructions, onto the next person, the were-falcon (a brief dip into her thoughts confirmed my theory of her being a bird). As everyone else discussed exactly how long we should stay on the island, I continued coercing my cloud around the table, taking my time with the mages. I learned nothing from their thoughts.
“We do not know for sure about the boy,” said a beautiful woman with raven hair and eyes, and skin the color of smooth caramel. Wearing an intricately embellished, gold sari, I figured she came from India and discovered she lived part of her life as a leopard when I checked her mind. I couldn’t help the intrusion, although she wasn’t a mage, after that statement about Dorian. Did she know something the rest of us didn’t?
“Of course we do, Chandra,” said the Italian blond man I’d seen in the village earlier. They had called him Savio, and I learned now, he was a were-shark. He and Armand were definitely on the same team, a team against Tristan. And, apparently, against Dorian. I didn’t like the French vamp and the Italian shifter. Not one bit. “You are always optimistic, but all boys go to the Daemoni. That’s how it is, how it’s always been.”
“There is nothing wrong with having hope,” Chandra thought, but she didn’t respond aloud to Savio’s dismissive statement. I supposed she didn’t know anything, but simply wanted to hope, as I did.
“We will give them as much time as they need. Alexis needs to learn our ways before returning to the Norman world,” Rina said, putting that line of conversation to a temporary end. Surely they’d give us a move-out