Hunted by Sin: an Urban Fantasy Novel (The Gatekeeper Chronicles Book 2) by Jasmine Walt & Debbie Cassidy

Author:Jasmine Walt & Debbie Cassidy [Walt, Jasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dynamo Press
Published: 2017-07-05T16:00:00+00:00

16

“Motherfucker!” Hunter said.

I couldn’t have put it better myself.

A neat row of tables ran down the center of the room, each holding a body, except I didn’t recognize any of them.

“Hilary?” Drake stepped toward one of the tables. “I know her. She’s with the Piccadilly Coven.”

“None of these witches are in our files . . .” Ajitah scanned the faces.

“Which means this is a new batch,” Drake said. “One the high witch doesn’t know about yet.”

Carmella wasn’t present. I really hoped that was a good sign.

Tall cylindrical containers lined the back of the room, swirling with a strange substance, like the inside of a lava lamp. The fascinating whirl and surge drew me close. From a foot away, the inside of the cylinders became completely still.

“What the—”

The essence smashed against the glass, pressing itself to the smooth surface as if desperate to get to me. My pulse jumped in my throat. I stumbled back, like way back. The lava-lamp activity resumed.

Aaron joined me. “What is it?”

“I have no clue, but it’s freaking me out. I count . . . ten of them.”

“We have ten witch bloods, too.”

They had to be linked somehow.

While the medic on the team checked the bodies, and the remaining operatives secured the area, I scanned the tech. A bank of monitors with squiggles showing heart rate, blood pressure, and something else—a line I didn’t understand.

“Hey, medical person, what’s that line for?”

The medic looked up from the witch blood he was checking and squinted at the monitor. “I have no idea.”

Well, that was encouraging.

Drake joined me at the panel. “It’s getting dimmer and thinner.”

“There’s something attached to their solar plexus,” the medic said.

Leaving Drake at the monitors, I joined Parker by the body.

“Can you identify it, Nolan?” Parker asked.

Nolan shook his head. “Not sure. It’s made of some kind of conductive material, not anything I’ve ever seen.” The body on the table went into spasm, convulsed, and lay still.

“We have a flatline here,” Drake called from the monitors. “Screen two.”

Yep, this must be table two, subject two. Shit, I had to do something, but CPR wasn’t in the required training for an assassin. Nolan shoved me out of the way and began compressions.

“Wait, there’s something here.” Ajitah was crouched at the head of the table, peering underneath. “Another one of those pipes. I think . . . I think it’s attached to her head.”

The medic faltered.

“What is it?” I asked.

“She’s already so cold.”

“The cylinder. Look at the cylinder!” Drake pointed to the wall.

One of the cylinders was empty.

And then the witch blood’s eyes opened, bloodshot and wild.

Nolan fell back.

Parker trained her gun on the witch blood. “What the fuck is going on?”

“The line, it’s getting brighter and thicker,” Drake said from his station at the monitors.

The witch blood shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head before going completely still.

Something shifted in the periphery of my vision. A figure. A large male figure. I turned my head, but he was gone.

“Check her pulse,” Parker ordered.

Nolan swallowed and moved cautiously toward the table.

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