Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah #5) - Lisa Kessler Page 0,59
And when she’d realized demons were real and walking the earth, she’d sacrificed any chance at a normal life and joined Department 13, devoting herself to protecting others.
If she let fear win this one, how much more would she lose?
Her life, her sanity, her… She looked over at Greyson’s profile as he drove. His strong jaw and determined lips, his worn hand on the wheel, and the other bound with hers.
Was she willing to lose him, too?
She tightened her hold on his hand. “My ears buzzed. It kept repeating ‘chosen one’ over and over until it was all one sound.” Her stomach roiled. She cleared her throat. “It begged me to come to it. Something about destiny.”
He glanced over at her. “Question is, did it mean your destiny or the sword’s?”
She hadn’t thought about that. Did the Tyrfing have a destiny?
An idea sparked inside her. What if the Tyrfing itself was trying to end the curse?
Could the demon be wrong about needing her blood to power the blade? Either way, her blood could be the key.
Hope burst through her, freeing her from the cage of fear.
She checked the rearview mirror, grateful to see the determination back in her eyes. “How soon will we be back at the Sea Dog?”
“Maybe ten or fifteen minutes.”
“Good.” She took out her cell phone. “I need to talk to Char.”
Chapter Twenty
Relief flooded David’s bloodstream when Agent Henderson’s name lit up his phone. “Bale here. Did you cancel the meeting?”
“Not exactly.” She paused before adding, “We were ambushed.”
“Damn it.” He stood up, pacing his office. “Are you safe?”
“Yes, sir. For now.” Greyson’s voice came through in the background, then she went on. “The Tyrfing attacked me mentally. I could hear it.” She cleared her throat. “I have a hunch, and I’m hoping Dr. Sinclair can help me confirm, but if I’m wrong, I need you to do me a favor.”
His brows pinched as he turned to stare at his desk. A favor wasn’t a request for backup. It was personal.
His grip tightened on his cell phone. “And I need for you to follow protocols. I’ve got a plane fueling up now, and I’ll be in Glasgow in a few hours. Do not engage the demon. Wait for me.”
“Respectfully, I’m not sure we’ve got a few hours, sir.” She lowered her voice. “I worked with this demon on the police force, and if your records are right, he also infiltrated our ranks at Department 13. This isn’t a lesser demon, and there’s more at play here. The magic in the Tyrfing spoke to me today. It’s sentient, like Pandora’s box.” She cleared her throat, steadying her voice. “If my hunch is right, I think my blood can lift the curse. The demon believes my blood will feed the magic in the blade, but what if it’s actually the opposite? What if I can set the magic free?”
David’s heartbeat thundered in his ears as his blood pressure rose. “Or it’ll kill you and gain more power.” He shook his head. “Stay away from the sword until I get there. That’s an order.”
She sighed. “Does this mean you won’t do me a favor?”
He closed his eyes. “I won’t need to if you follow my orders.”
“Find my sister and tell her I love her, and I’m sorry.”
The call ended.
“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath.
He grabbed his coat on the way out of the door and pressed the button on his phone for Captain Flynn. Usually David went out of his way to negotiate with the crew through their quartermaster, Colton. He seemed to be the most trustworthy from David’s perspective. The crew trusted him, and his reputation for honoring his word had been reinforced in David’s interactions with him.
But right now he needed a schemer, and Flynn was the best of them.
The captain answered on the third ring. “Agent Bale? What a surprise.”
“Flynn, I have a side job for this mission, if you’re interested.” David got in the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor, taking him back up from the underground station of Department 13.
Flynn chuckled, keeping his voice low. “I’m listening.”
“Agent Henderson is in danger.” He watched the light flash as each floor passed by, willing it to hurry. “I’m on my way to the jet now. I need you to delay her by whatever measures are necessary until I get to the Sea Dog.”
He tsked. “Too late. I’m afraid she’s not on board.”
“She just called from the car. She’s on her way back there