Morewhat?I asked desperately.
He stopped communicating, his jaw falling slack as Wyatt ran his hands over his chest. Albert continued gasping for another minute or so, and I finally turned away sharply, covering my face with my hands while Wyatt hopelessly tried to save the poor man. After several long seconds, Wyatt’s ragged breathing was the only sound in the sudden silence. Albert was gone.
There’s more of them,Wyatt told me.I think he was trying to tell us there’s others.
Other what, though? Prisoners?
Fucking hell. My grandfather had been an absolute piece of shit, but to keep prisoners alive like this? But this wasn’t my grandfather’sdoing. Albert thought my grandfather wouldsavehim, which meant it was my grandfather’s father who’d done this.
Once again I found myself wishing Rogelio II had been killed by that Telekinetic.
Rafe…Wyatt cleared his throat quietly.This man was a Sensor.
I turned around, looking at my friend in bewilderment.
I could feel it,Wyatt said quietly.He was a strong Sensor. His affinity reacted to mine. He knew what we were before we’d even spoken to him.
I ran a hand down my face, looking down the length of the dungeon hall.
I strode forward, leaving Wyatt grunting disapprovingly behind me. I heard his footsteps echoing a moment later, quickly trying to catch up to me. I stopped in front of another dilapidated door, then peeked through the small window.
Another hospital bed.
Another frail body.
I looked at Wyatt, knowing my gaze was wild, but his matched. Wyatt didn’t wait for me this time, instead pushing through the door on his own.
“Sensor,” he breathed. “Another Sensor.”
I stalked forward, stopping at the foot of the bed to take in the tiny form of what appeared to be a woman. She couldn’t have weighed a hundred pounds, her skin barely clinging to her bones. Her hair was so white it was nearly translucent, tucked beneath her head.
I’d thought Albert looked like a spooky decoration, but I’d been wrong.Thiswoman looked like a fucking skeleton.
Then she gasped.
Wyatt lurched back.
This woman had deep brown eyes, similar to my own. She stared at me like she’d seen a ghost. LikeIwas the ghost.
She tried to speak, some creepy garbled sound.
“May I speak into your mind?” I whispered.
She tried speaking again, but her head jerked in a nod as she looked between me and Wyatt.
What is your name, dear lady?I asked.
Josefa,she replied with relief.Rogelio, my king. I never thought I’d see the day. I thought I would die before you came for me.
Wyatt and I shared another uneasy look.
And you have brought one of your Link-mates. I am honored. How many of the others remain?
Wyatt looked at me with alarm.
Yeah, this was bad. I didn’t need another person dying in Wyatt’s arms tonight, that might send him over the edge.
Josefa,I said gently.I am about to tell you something very upsetting.
