Phillipe stands. “I wish you luck, my dear. Adieu.”
James stands with Remy on his heels. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but for once, I agree with the vampires. The pack will not get involved in these affairs. However, we will not interfere. Do what you must. We will do our best to hide your activities.” The two of them leave the room, taking their energy with them.
“We’re back where we started,” I announce, slamming my hands on the table in front of me.
“Not quite,” Lucien says with a wide grin. “We have help.”
Simon looks around the room dramatically. “Unless you’re talking about the dead plant in the corner, there’s no one else here.”
“You have me,” a soft voice says from the corner of the room. Standing where the room was empty moments ago is the immortal child vampire. The reason Cyrus is in the hands of Callum.
“No offense, Terrin. But, you’re a child,” I announce the obvious.
Terrin raises his hand, waving it from one side of the room to the other. A wave of tranquility hits me instantly. I feel completely at peace. Apparently, I’m not the only one. The people behind me take a collective sigh of relief.
“Am I imagining that it feels different in here?” Gideon asks.
The boy smiles. “I changed the energy.”
“How did you do that?” Harrison asks.
Terrin shrugs. “I don’t know. I think things, and they happen.”
“Does it work on ancient vampires?” Harrison asks.
“It worked on you,” Lucien answers. “He can also hide paranormal energy from other paranormals.”
“You mean other vampires and lycan won’t know we’re there?” Gideon asks.
“Yes,” the boy answers simply.
“Prove it,” Harrison demands.
Terrin sighs and waves his hand once more. Instantly, the room feels light, safe, and empty. “I can help save your friend.” His voice is so soft, it’s barely audible.
“We can’t allow a child to help us…can we?” Simon asks, looking around the room. My mind flashes back to the barely teen wolf hybrid that helped me escape from Aurora. I look at Simon knowingly.
“Is Callum aware of your powers?” Gideon asks the child.
His tiny head shakes back and forth. “He’s aware I have abilities but unaware of what they are.”
“Allowing him to help us would be signing the boy’s death sentence,” the Alpha announces. “There will be no place you’ll be able to hide him, warlock.”
“It’s not his choice,” Terrin answers for Lucien. “It’s mine, and I choose to help save your friend.”
I stare at the child in front of me. I’m not sure what to think of his words. Visually, he’s a young child, but his wisdom says otherwise. “What or who caused youto change your mind?” I ask Lucien, who earlier was willing to sacrifice Cyrus’s life to save the immortal child.
“I never said I was agreeing. However, I have made a promise to Terrin that I will not interfere. It was his decision.”
“It’s settled,” Harrison says, speaking for the entire group.
“Now, we just have to find Cyrus,” Simon announces.
Terrin smiles. “I can help there, too.” He closes his eyes, reaching his hands toward the sky. The energy shifts, sending what feels like a shockwave through the space. “I feel him,” he says, opening his eyes wide. “He’s there.” He points toward the Vieux Carré, the same direction where this entire fiasco began.
“Of course, he is,” Harrison answers. “Shall we?” He motions toward the cathedral door, and the rest of us pile behind him, heading toward either impending doom or success. There is no middle ground.
TWENTY-TWO
