She nodded.
Her father sighed, but still he looked doubtful. He glared at Nick. "Don't you let her get hurt."
"Believe me," Nick said, "I won't. I answer to a much scarier person than you for her welfare."
Reluctantly her father let them leave.
Amanda rushed through the hospital, to the parking lot, then ran over to Nick's Jag.
Once they were in Nick's car, Amanda did her best to remember where she had seen Kyrian in her vision. "It was a small, dark courtyard."
Nick snorted. "This is New Orleans, chere. That doesn't tell me anything."
"I know. I think it was in the Quarter. But I don't know. Dammit, I just don't know." She scanned the dark streets as they passed them. "Is there a Dark-Hunter we could call who might be able to help find him? Maybe we should get Talon back?"
"No, Talon is hunting his own target." He handed her his cell phone. "Push redial and keep trying to call Kyrian."
She did, repeatedly, but there was still no answer.
As dawn approached, Amanda became desperate. If they didn't find him soon, he'd be dead.
Terrified, she did what she had never dared before. She leaned her head back on the seat and purposefully reached down deep inside herself to touch the full strength of her untested powers. A terrifying surge went through her, making her warm and throbbing.
Images swam in her head, some old, some undefinable.
Just as she was sure her powers would tell her nothing, a clear image came to her. "St. Philip Street," she whispered. "We'll find him there."
They parked on St. Philip and got out of the car.
Amanda didn't know how, but she guided Nick down the alleys, straight to a dark courtyard. They rounded the buildings and saw nothing.
"Dammit, Amanda, he's not here."
She barely heard him. Following her instincts, she rounded a tall hedge, then stopped dead in her tracks.
Kyrian hung against a fence, his entire body slumped.
"Oh, my God," she breathed as she ran to him.
Gently, she lifted his head and gasped as she saw his bloodied face. They had beaten him so severely that he could barely open his eyes.
"Amanda?" he whispered. "Is it really you, or am I dreaming?"
Tears filled her eyes. "Yes, Kyrian. It's me."
Nick cursed as he stopped beside her and reached to touch one of the nails in Kyrian's arm. He drew his hand back sharply before it made contact and hurt Kyrian more. She saw the rage in Nick's eyes as he cursed again. "My God, they nailed him to a board."
Amanda wanted to throw up at the thought. She could tell by the wounds exactly what Desiderius had done. He had re-enacted Kyrian's execution.
"We've got to get you out of here," she said.
Kyrian choked, then coughed up blood. "There's not enough time."
"He's right," Nick concurred. "It'll be dawn in five, maybe ten minutes. We'll never get him home before the sun rises."
"Then call Tate."
"He couldn't get here in time." A tic appeared in Nick's jaw as he touched Kyrian's hand where someone had embedded a nail into the center of it. "I'm not sure how we could get him loose even if Tate did make it in time."