Morgan
“There are … creches all over the world, places where the direct descendants of the Founder are raised,” Julian said behind the safety of his Sig. Annabeth leaned against the wall beside the doorway, a smirk on her lips and the glint of madness in her eyes. “You thought Henri, Julian II and Philip where your only brothers, but the truth is you have dozens. You have met several, including Fergus and Burke.”
“B-Burke?” I killed my brother? I committed fratricide? Nausea assaulted my belly.
“Quite. The truth of the matter is you have no cousins. Every one of those you’ve met are your siblings. Including Annabeth.”
I couldn’t help it … I puked all over my shoes while my sister stood there and laughed. The Voice joined her, sounding like sugarcoated shit.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Mike
In the milliseconds before Boris pushed the button on the ballistic knife, Cain said a Word.
The blade, that paper-thin projectile, bounced off of thin air ten inches in front of Cain’s unprotected throat and shattered with a faint tink. My mind boggled. What was I seeing? Beside me, Maggie breathed, “I gotta learn that one … smells like honeysuckle.”
Again and again Boris pushed the button on the ballistic knife, two more fine blades springing free to pierce the air toward Cain. Twice more the blades shattered musically in front of Cain.
Boris’ shoulders slumped and Cain’s smile, which had been plastered to his face the entire time of the fight, left his face. “You tortured a man of God. You work for the most evil people on the planet, people with demon’s resumes, and you have been content to do so. You, sir, offend me!” It was Cain’s turn for red-faced fury. He took a step forward, body trembling with the force of his anger.
“I have lived longer than a man should and I have done things of which I am certainly not proud of, but you … you …” Words seem to fail him, which I gathered was a rare event. “You really piss me off!” he screamed.