“Blood science,” Beckham added.
“Science and magic are only separated by a degree,” Graves said dryly. “Monsters and men exist at the same time, but science hasn’t yet made explanations for us all.”
“Monsters?” Reyna asked skeptically.
Graves shot her an amused look. “Vampires, of course.”
“Of course,” Beckham said.
“So, did other blood matches have abilities?” Reyna asked.
“Oh yes. I can think of all sorts of things you two could accomplish together.”
For a price.
Reyna could read it all over him. For more information about that, he’d need more payment. And as much as she wanted to know—she was dying to know—it made her nervous for whatelsehe would ask.
She took a step back and reined in her eagerness.
She and Beckham could figure this out together. They coulddiscover the rest of their blood match as a pair. They’d come this far. It was enough to know there were others. That people had gone through before what they were experiencing now. That there was someone else out there who had answers to this. Even if she’d have to pay the price later.
“We want to know about William Harrington,” she managed to get out.
“Ah,” Graves said. He almost seemed put out that they’d shut the inquiry down. Like he’dwantedto discuss magic and monsters, rather than speak of this one vampire currently attempting to destroy the world. “What about Mr. Harrington?”
“We want to kill him,” Beckham said tersely.
“He’s high on many lists.”
“He’s at the top of ours.”
“What will killing Mr. Harrington do exactly?”
“He’s up to something. Something big,” Reyna said. “Surely you know about the feeding camps that he’s calling housing. He’s killing people and ruining lives, and he’ll take over the world if he can.”
“People go to those camps willingly. In fact, they go to Visage willingly.” Graves’s eyes bored into hers. “Surely you of all people know this.”
“They go willingly because he has created a world in which people need him.”
Graves nodded once. “Very smart of him.”
“Smart,” Reyna deadpanned.
“The strong will always lead the weak,” Graves drawled.
“Heis the weak one,” Reyna snapped.
“You mean, you are his weakness.” Graves arched an eyebrow. “Correct?”
She stumbled over her words. “I…”
“Enough,” Beckham said. “Harrington is a very intelligent man. He knows what he’s doing and how to spin things to hisadvantage. There’s no dispute. I was at his right hand doing these exact things for years.”
“And now you are no longer,” Graves said.
“Correct,” Beckham bit out. “However, we know that Harrington is working on something else big. Do you know what it is?”
“I do.”
