Abaddon’s previous pet, Leonius Livius, had kidnapped Dani and her younger sister and the horrors that had ensued. She, more than anyone, would understand the danger Abaddon posed.
Dani turned to peer at Allie briefly, and then straightened her shoulders and began digging around in the black bag she’d brought with her. “I’m going to take a couple of blood samples. One of your men will have to deliver it to the Argeneau labs for testing. I’ll give her a sedative and travel to Port Henry with Allie so that I can monitor her on the way there, and be there to give her a transfusion when they call with the results.”
“Is a sedative necessary?” Magnus asked with concern.
“Travel is stressful. Hell, this whole situation is stressful,” Dani added grimly. “Her heart can’t take much more stress right now. It’s already under pressure trying to get blood where it needs to go when it has little to work with. Once we give her a transfusion she should be fine, but until then she is better off asleep.” Pausing in gathering vials and needles, she glanced to Lucian and asked, “They’ll be able to get the blood I need in Port Henry? Their blood bank has all blood types?”
“Yes.”
Nodding, she turned back to her bag. “Then we should be able to leave in a few minutes. But someone needs to call Decker and explain what’s happening. And I’ll have to call my office so they can cancel my appointments for the next couple of days.”
“The next couple of days?” Sam asked with surprise as Mortimer pulled out his phone and began to punch in numbers. “Surely a transfusion doesn’t take that long?”
“No,” Dani admitted. “A transfusion only takes a couple hours. Four, tops. But she’ll need to be monitored for at least twenty-four hours afterward to be sure she isn’t having adverse reactions, and I presume Lucian won’t allow her to be hospitalized in Port Henry either?” she asked, looking toward the man.
“No,” Lucian said at once.
“Then I will need to monitor her,” Dani said on a sigh.
“Oh,” Sam said with a frown, and then glanced to her husband as he began to speak into his phone.
Mortimer was short and sweet. “Abaddon’s in town. Dani’s flying down to Port Henry with his latest target to look after her. If you want to join them, you had best get your ass here now.”
Apparently, Decker didn’t waste time asking questions, because after a pause and a grunt, Mortimer put his phone away and announced, “He was already on his way here to start his shift. He’ll be here in ten.”
“Is there enough room on the helicopter for everyone?” Magnus asked before anyone could say something else. The number of people making this trip was growing by the minute. They were now at eight by his count, and in his experience, most helicopters could only handle six passengers and the pilot. Of course, there were larger helicopters too, but he wasn’t sure how large Harper’s helicopter was.
Clucking with irritation, Lucian turned to Mortimer. “How quickly can we get a plane here?”
“I’ll call and find out,” Mortimer assured him, heading for the door.
“Tell them it is a top priority,” Lucian called after him.
“I did not know there was an airport in Port Henry,” Magnus commented as Lucian turned back.
“A small municipal one about four miles east of town,” Lucian said. “Teddy and Victor will have to arrange ground transportation to the bed and breakfast from there. Speaking of which, I had best go call them and inform them of the change of plans.”
Magnus watched him leave, then turned back to see Dani inserting a needle with a tube holder on the end into Allie’s arm. She popped a vial into the tube holder and then asked, “What does Abaddon want with this woman?”
“It is really her son he wants, I think,” Magnus admitted as he watched blood fill the vial. “Although he might take Allie to tend to the boy.”
“Why does he want the boy?” Dani asked, switching out the now almost full vial for an empty one.
“We believe he wants to turn little Liam into another Leonius,” Sam answered.
Dani gaped over her shoulder at them with dismay. “That sweet little boy I saw downstairs with Teddy?”
When they both nodded silently, her mouth tightened and she turned back to what she was doing with a muttered, “Another Leonius. God help us.”
“Lucian’s call sure put the fire under the women’s feet. Elvi and Mabel have been rushing