"Does that mean Riley's here as well?"
"No, because I took Aedh form to get here fast."
It also enabled him to get around the usual sunlight restriction, although as one of the old ones, he could actually stand huge amounts of daylight.
"So where is she?"
"Waiting at home, medi-kit in hand." His gaze moved to Jak, and his voice lost some of its warmth as he added, "Are you all right?"
"There's nothing a Band-Aid and a stiff drink won't fix." Amusement ran through Jak's voice. He'd obviously noted the temperature change, too.
Quinn's dark gaze swept the room, and narrowed slightly as it settled briefly on the pillars. He knows what they are, I thought. But he said nothing, and looked down at our captive instead. "Who's this?"
"According to his ID, he's either Henry Mack or Jason Marks, and he's a Razan."
His gaze leapt to mine again. "A Razan? Whose?"
"That, indeed, is the question." I shrugged. "We suspect he was talking to his master before we knocked him out, but the number was blocked and we dare not call it back."
A wry smile touched Quinn's lips. "In other words, you want me to read his thoughts."
"Well, yeah, that would be nice."
Quinn considered me for a moment, then said, "As long as you agree to come back home with me, so Riley can reassure herself that you're alive and well."
"And then tell me off."
"Undoubtedly. But seeing as you refuse to seek help from those of us who have more experience with things such as hellhounds, it's well deserved."