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To her relief, he actually laughed. “Okay, maybe a little of both. How about I take off my Regent hat and settle for just being your dad?”
“Well, in that case, I’m doing fine. There’s a lot to learn, not to mention a whole new cast of characters for me to get to know. The good news is that I think I may have a lead on a place to live. I’ll know more by the end of the week. ”
Not that her father would be happy to hear that little tidbit. He’d made it perfectly clear that once she had done a full review of the current state of affairs in the Seattle region, she was to come straight home. That last part wasn’t going to happen, not if she could help it.
There was a long pause followed by a heavy sigh. When he spoke again, resignation mixed with a dash of humor in his voice.
“Time out for a nag from your parental unit: make sure the place has a security system and is in a good neighborhood. ”
She smiled and shook her head. “I will, Dad. Besides, it was Dr. Young who offered to rent me her condo. I figured I could trust her judgment, considering how well respected she is within the organization. ”
That was true, at least in certain quarters. There were also those who thought her efforts to drag Paladins back from the edge of insanity were too radical to be trusted. However, Sasha was determined to funnel every last dime she could into helping Laurel pursue her studies.
Even if she managed to save only one Paladin, it would be worth it. No one deserved to suffer the way David had.
Despite his warrior nature, he’d been nothing but gentle with her. They’d had so much fun together; the man had sure known how to have a good time. She’d been naive enough to think their time together would be measured in decades, not months.
Sasha suddenly realized her father had started talking again.
“I didn’t quite catch that,” she admitted.
“It was nothing important. You’re obviously distracted, so I should let you go. ” He sounded hurt.
“Sorry, Dad, I’ve got a meeting coming up, and I’m still getting ready for it. ” She laughed softly as she added, “The one thing I learned from you is to always be better prepared than everyone else at the table. ”
He sounded a little happier when he responded. “Too late to butter up the old man, Sasha. I know you’ve got a big job on your hands cleaning up Kincade’s mistakes. Let me know if I can help. I’d certainly be glad to vet your reports before you send them to the Board and make suggestions if you’d like me to. ”
“Thanks, Dad. I appreciate the offer. ” Although she wouldn’t take him up on it. She needed the Regents to see her as an individual, not merely an extension of her father.
“Okay, then. Don’t be so long between phone calls, young lady. I worry. So does your Uncle George, although he won’t admit it. ”
“I promise to give him a call. Take care, Dad. ”
After hanging up, Sasha rubbed her temples, trying to ease her headache. She kept trying to tell herself that she’d put the events of yesterday behind her but knew it for the lie it was—she’d been jumpy and tense all day.
And not just because she kept expecting Devlin Bane to show up in her doorway demanding answers or even her resignation. How bad had things been after the dust settled?
She shut down her computer. It was time to go find some answers. Rather than confront the Paladin in his office, she’d do an end run and check in with Laurel instead. Besides, the Handler was closer, since the medical labs were also located in the admin building just two floors down from Sasha’s own office.
The two guards on duty snapped to attention when she stepped out of the elevator. As soon as they recognized her, they abruptly turned back to the security monitors in front of them. Neither one even so much as smiled, which struck her as odd. Up until today, they’d both been friendly enough. Obviously the fighting had cast a pall over everyone’s mood.
She headed across the lobby to the medical labs where Laurel and the other Handlers worked. Given what Sasha knew about Paladin physiology, most of the warriors should’ve been treated and released by now, leaving only the most seriously injured—and the dead—as patients.
The doors to the lab swung open with a soft whoosh; the air was chilly and scented with chemicals and stale blood. Sasha paused just inside and shivered.
One look around had her considering a quick exit. The near side of the lab was crowded with stainless steel tables that served as patient beds. They were all full. On the far side, a single table stood alone, curtained off from view. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to know who was sequestered over there or why.
One of the techs was busy taking vitals, but when he spotted her, he went over and tapped Laurel on the shoulder. The Handler immediately motioned for Sasha to join her, patting the chair beside her. Sasha tiptoed around the edge of the room, skirting the hodgepodge of tables and trying not to disturb any of the sleeping patients.
As Sasha sat down, Laurel yawned loudly enough that her jaw cracked and popped.
“Sorry about that. What brings you to our little piece of paradise?”
It wasn’t hard to see the woman was operating on willpower and caffeine. “Laurel, when’s the last time you had any sleep?”
The Handler managed a small smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve caught a few winks here and there, and Dr. Neal is due to relieve me in a few minutes. ”
Laurel looked around the room. “Most of the guys are past the critical stage now and resting easy. There’s just one that I’m still worried about. The usual onslaught of wounds is bad enough, especially when the barrier is going up and down. ”
Laurel paused, her eyes straying back toward the curtained area. “But his injuries shouldn’t have happened at all. ”
“Was it some kind of accident?”
Laurel held her clipboard tightly. “No, it was deliberate, and that makes me absolutely furious. He didn’t deserve this. ”
Before Sasha could ask who was lying on that shrouded table, Devlin Bane stepped out from behind the curtain. His gaze zeroed in on her, and he made a beeline straight across the room.
“Laurel, his IV is running out,” he said, his eyes boring a hole straight through Sasha. “Before you go, though, can Sasha and I borrow your office for a few minutes?”
Laurel stood up. “Sure, but if you can’t keep your voice down to a dull roar, take the discussion somewhere else. My patients need their rest. Especially him. ”
Who was it behind that curtain?
“We’ll use the scan room. It’s soundproof. ”
Without waiting to see if Sasha followed him, he cut back across the room toward a door in the far corner. Laurel rolled her eyes and then patted Sasha on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, he’s not nearly as scary as he likes to think he is. ” Her broad grin invited Sasha to share the fun of yanking her husband’s chain a bit. “On the other hand, he is loud. You might want these for your ears. I find they help. ”
Sasha smiled and reluctantly accepted the pair of cotton balls. “Guess I’ll go see what’s on his mind. ”
Laurel walked with her. “Just remember he gets like this when his buddies are hurting. ”
The Paladin on the nearest table joined the conversation. “Yeah, he’s one big teddy bear. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me when he threatened to kick my ass up and down the hall if I didn’t get better damned quick. ” He feigned wiping a tear from his eye. “I get all choked up just thinking about it. ”
Laurel stopped long enough to fluff the Paladin’s pillow for him. “Yeah, I know, Lonzo. It’s embarrassing when the big guy gets all mushy. ”
Her patient laughed and then winced. “Ouch. That sucks. I always forget how much a gut wound hurts when I laugh. ”
Then his expression turned serious as he gestured toward the nearby curtain. “How’s he doing? Any change?”
“He’s no worse, so that’s good. I’
ll keep you posted. ”
“Thanks, Doc. ” Lonzo settled back against his pillow and closed his eyes with a sigh. “When he wakes up, tell him this isn’t going to get him out of working. ”
Sasha smiled at the typical guy way of showing concern. The man must have been badly hurt if his injury was worse than Lonzo’s. She wished she could think of something to say that would express her appreciation for his sacrifice, as well as his friend’s. She also wanted to ask him about the note, but now wasn’t the time. Instead, she braced herself and hurried over to where Devlin stood waiting.
She stepped into the scan room, feeling more than a little claustrophobic when he shut the door. Devlin was a big man, broad-shouldered and well over six feet. She found herself mentally comparing him to Larem, who was nearly as tall but built along much leaner lines. She bet Devlin fought with brute strength, whereas Larem’s style was graceful but deadly.
Devlin motioned for her to sit down on the patient bed while he took the desk chair. It creaked in protest when he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You want to tell me what the hell happened yesterday?” His green eyes burned through her, as if he could read the truth even before she spoke.
She gave it to him, short and sweet. “I assumed a note I found was from Lonzo, but evidently it wasn’t. To make matters worse, I lost it down in the tunnels, so I can’t even prove the thing actually existed. Saying I’m sorry for what happened after that won’t fix a damn thing, but I am. But that doesn’t change the fact that things went to hell, and not just for me. ”
“No shit. ” Devlin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “But I need details so I can do damage control. ”
She could see the same signs of near exhaustion etched on his face as those that marked his wife’s. Somehow that made him seem more approachable.
She’d been staring at her hands, then she looked up. “God, Devlin, in all these years no one ever told me the barrier was so unbelievably beautiful. All those impossible colors, the power of it humming all around you, drawing you in. ”
There was a bit of sympathy in Devlin’s world-weary eyes even though his voice had turned cold. “Beautiful, yeah, but also damn deadly. You can get lost in all that wonder and forget that if the barrier doesn’t fry you, the bastards waiting on the other side will slice and dice you and then dance in your blood. ”
His angry words lashed out at her, but she could hardly blame him when he’d lived so many years watching that happen.
She gave him a quick summary of the day’s events. As she finished, tears burned down her cheeks, but she ignored them. “Thank goodness Larem found me. He tried to talk those Others into letting me go. They wouldn’t listen, so then they fought. ”