Bella. “You were the one who called.”
“Yes. And this is Mary Luce. And John. John Matthew.”
“I'm Tohrment.” He refocused on John. “How you doing, son?”
John signed, and Mary had to clear her throat before translating. “He says, 'Fine, sir. How are you?' ”
“I'm all right.” The man smiled a little and then glanced at Bella. “I want you to wait in the hall. I'll talk to you after I speak with him.”
Bella hesitated.
“That isn't a request,” he said in a level voice.
After Bella left, the guy turned his chair toward John, leaned back in it, and kicked his long legs out. “So tell me, son, where did you grow up?”
John moved his hands, and Mary said, “Here in town. First in an orphanage, then with a couple sets of foster parents.”
“You know anything about your mom or dad?”
John shook his head.
“Bella told me you had a bracelet with some designs on it. Would you show it to me?”
John pulled up his sleeve and extended his arm. The man's hand engulfed the boy's wrist.
“That's real nice, son. You make it?”
John nodded.
“And where'd you get the idea for the design?”
John extracted himself from the soldier's grip and started to sign. When he stopped, Mary said, “He dreams of the pattern.”
“Yeah? Mind if I ask what your dreams are like?” The man returned to his casual pose in the chair, but his eyes were narrow.
Screw martial-arts training , Mary thought. This wasn't about some karate lessons. This was an interrogation.
As John hesitated, she wanted to grab the kid and march out, but she had a feeling the boy would fight her. He was utterly absorbed by the man, intense and intent.
“It's all right, son. Whatever it is, it's okay.”
John lifted his hands, and Mary spoke as he signed.
“Er… he's in a dark place. Kneeling in front of an altar. Behind it, he sees writing on the wall, hundreds of lines of writing in black stone—John, wait, slow down. I can't translate when you go so fast.” Mary concentrated on the boy's hands. “He says in the dream he keeps going over and touching a strip of writing that looks like this.”
The man frowned.
When John looked down, as if embarrassed, the soldier said, “Don't you worry, son, we're cool. Is there anything else you can think of about yourself that strikes you as odd? Things that maybe make you different from other folks?”
Mary shifted in her chair, really uncomfortable with the way things were going. John was clearly going to answer any question put to him, but for God's sake, they didn't know who this man was. And Bella, though she'd made the introduction, had been obviously uncomfortable.
Mary lifted her hands, about to sign a warning to John, when the kid unbuttoned his shirt. He opened one side, flashing a circular scar above his left pectoral.
The man leaned forward, studied the marking, and then moved back. “Where did you get that?”
The boy's hands flew around in front of him.
“He says he was born with it.”
“Is there anything else?” the man asked.
John glanced over at Mary. He took a deep breath and signed, I dream of blood. Of fangs. Of… biting.
Mary felt her eyes widen before she could stop herself.
John looked at her anxiously. Don't worry, Mary. I'm not a sicko or anything. I was terrified when the dreams first came to me, and it's not like I can control what my brain does, you know.
“Yeah, I know,” she said, reaching out and squeezing his hand.
“What did he say?” the man asked.
“That last part was meant for me.”
She inhaled deeply. And went back to translating.
Black Dagger Brotherhood 2 - Lover Eternal
Chapter Nine
Bella leaned back against the wall in the corridor and started braiding pieces of her hair, something she did when she was nervous.
She'd heard members of the Brotherhood were almost a separate species, but she'd never thought that was true. Until now. Those two males were not just colossal on a physical scale; they radiated dominance and aggression. Hell, they made her brother look like an amateur in the hard-ass department, and Rehvenge was the toughest thing she'd ever come across.
Dear God, what had she done in bringing Mary and John here? She was a little less concerned for the boy, but what about Mary? The way that blond warrior had acted around her was flat-out trouble. You could have boiled an ocean with the kind of lust he'd thrown off, and members of the Black Dagger Brotherhood were not used to being denied.