Divergence by Lyn Gala

Author:Lyn Gala [Gala, Lyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Supernatural, BDSM, suspense, Paranormal, Multicultural, LGBT
ISBN: 9781682522097
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2016-08-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Kavon focused on the hospital door. It allowed him to ignore Keziah Bergson, who followed close behind Kavon and Darren. “O’Brien won’t recover,” she said.

“Kavon just likes to confirm any evidence with his own eyes,” Darren said in an attempt to smooth over Bergson’s ruffled feathers. Personally, Kavon didn’t care that the woman still distrusted him. His goal was to see O’Brien, or at least see the physical remains.

“We really appreciate you letting us take O’Brien’s laptop,” Darren said, still in damage-control mode.

“He’s dead. There’s no reason for the police or us to keep it.” Clearly, Bergson wasn’t buying any of Darren’s conciliatory statements, but then she’d seen the battle royal on the spirit plane, so she was probably watching to make sure the whole team left Toronto as fast as possible. Kavon couldn’t blame her for being nervous.

The elevator ride was a special discomfort, because Darren and Bergson ran out of conversation, and Kavon wasn’t in a mood to start any. The shamans used the top floor, and someone had modified it so that the lobby was open to the outside. Kavon had no idea how that worked in winter, but the closer connection to nature would facilitate healing in shamans and adepts, so someone in their shamanic council was involved in planning the hospital, even if Kavon disapproved of having the injured shamans so near injured mundanes. While rare, a shaman could lash out in his final moments of life.

“Can I help you?” a nurse asked as Kavon approached the desk.

Bergson moved forward. “I’m escorting them. We’re fine,” she said, and the nurse nodded and hit a button to open a door into the patient corridor.

“Do you have him in a secure area?” Kavon asked.

“He’s a vegetable,” Bergson said. “I’m not worried about him.” She pinned Kavon with her gray-blue gaze, making it clear she considered him the greater threat. Good. Kavon was dangerous, and he would rather have these people focused on him than Darren.

“I’m new to the shaman stuff, so for the less educated among us, is there any chance of recovery?”

Bergson glanced over toward Darren before she started walking down the hallway again. “None. His body has no connection to his spirit, so he will never recover. The council will be guarding the spirit plane to make sure his soul isn’t causing trouble in that dimension.”

“We could—” Darren started to say. Bergson turned to look at Darren, and Kavon put his hand on Darren’s arm. This was Bergson’s territory, and clearly the Toronto council didn’t want strangers suggesting they couldn’t handle the problem. Darren fell silent.

Bergson opened a door, and Kavon looked inside. O’Brien lay on white sheets, his face deeply lined and his hair white. The fight had artificially aged him and left him gaunt beyond his years. The manic charm was gone, but this was the husk of the man who had taken Kavon captive.

Without Darren and Bennu, this man would have turned Kavon into a zombie and sent him against his own people.

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