Lisa tried to digest that information. Someone really wanted her dead. They had guns, and they would have shot her if Corinne and Cullen hadn’t shown up to save her.
Lisa lifted her head to look at Cullen. He seemed so pale, and there were bandages everywhere. Lisa had lied and said she was his fiancйe so she could stay with him. Once Corinne’s disappearance had been confirmed, the hospital staff left Lisa strictly alone, posting guards at the door to Cullen’s room. Obviously, no one knew what to say to her. Lisa didn’t know what to do. John and Corinne had always handled the details of their lives.
She stuffed her hand into her mouth, biting hard to keep from screaming. She was responsible for this disaster. If she had listened, Corinne and the baby would still be safe. Cullen wouldn’t be near death.
“But he will not die,” a soft feminine voice said from behind her. “Do not be alarmed — I am Syndil and this is Barack.”
Startled, Lisa spun around, nearly falling off the chair. She hadn’t heard a thing, and the security guard hadn’t escorted anyone into the room, yet two people were standing just inside the door. Her heart pounding in alarm, Lisa debated whether to scream for help. It took a moment before she recognized the names. Barack and Syndil from the Troubadour band. Dayan’s friends.
“How did you get in here?” Lisa whispered. She didn’t understand anything that was going on.
“Cullen has been our friend for a long time. He risked his life to warn us when we were in danger. We would never allow him to die,” Barack told her. He smiled gently, looking directly into her eyes. “You must be Lisa, Corinne’s sister. Dayan has told us much about you.”
Lisa burst into a storm of fresh tears. “They’ve taken Corinne.”
Syndil circled Lisa’s shoulders comfortingly. “Corinne is fine, Lisa. She was dying here. Dayan could not allow such a thing. Gregori, one of our greatest healers, has come from New Orleans to help her. We are determined that Corinne and the baby will live.” She squeezed Lisa’s shoulders gently in reassurance and then glided the short distance to Cullen’s side. At once her expression changed. “Barack, he is so pale. There is much damage.” She touched Cullen’s shoulder with gentle fingers. “It is difficult to see him this way.”
“He will not be so for long,” Barack answered confidently.
Lisa drew herself up to her full height. “Tell me about Corinne. Where is she? Dayan had no right to remove my sister from the hospital when she was so deathly ill. He had no right.” For the first time in her life, Lisa was not going to hide from the truth, no matter how painful it might be.
Barack glanced back at her. “Lisa” — his voice was soft but compelling — “you know Dayan. You know that he loves Corinne and wants her to live. He needs her to live. He took her to the only people who have a chance of saving her. You wanted him to save her, remember?”
Lisa blinked rapidly. She found herself nodding, wondering why she was so upset. Of course Dayan would take care of Corinne. Anyone could tell he was crazy about her. She moved to stand beside the bed, reaching for Cullen’s hand.
“Sit here near him and stay close while we work,” Syndil invited softly. “No one will come in to disturb us.”
“Corinne is really going to be all right? She’s with Dayan?” Lisa sat in the chair because the relief was so tremendous that her rubbery legs threatened to give out.
“Gregori is reputed to be the best in the world.” Syndil’s voice was melodic, easy to listen to. “And yes, Lisa,” she continued, “Dayan is with Corinne and will not leave her side.”
“Where? I need to see her.”
Barack reached down and caught her chin, tilting her head so she was forced to look up at him. “You will see her soon, Lisa. Right now, your place is with Cullen. He needs you here. You know Corinne is in the best of hands, but Cullen is alone. He needs care. As soon as he is able to travel, he must be taken to a safe house which Syndil and I will secure. You will care for him there until he can go with you to where Corinne and Dayan are. It is what you want, and you will rest easy over Corinne’s health, trusting in Dayan to inform you of her progress. Dayan must stay with Corinne; it is where he belongs.” Barack’s voice was mesmerizing, hypnotic. Lisa felt as if she were falling forward into his dark eyes.
Barack made perfect sense to her. She
had
to stay with Cullen. She was responsible for his terrible wound, and there was no one else to take care of him. Dayan’s place was definitely with Corinne.
“I am going to teach you a healing chant, Lisa,” Syndil said softly. “It will help us to aid Cullen. The words are in an ancient language, and they are very beautiful. Listen to the pattern of our words and repeat them with Barack. You will hear my voice rising with yours, but I will concentrate on healing Cullen. I have some small talent in this area — certainly not like Gregori’s, but I believe I can do some good. Please lend your voice to us.” Syndil sounded very gentle, her tone so pure and pleasing to the ear that Lisa could have listened to her forever.
Barack took several candles from his backpack and lit them, filling the room with a soothing scent. Lisa leaned close to Cullen. it was peculiar, but she could hear Syndil’s voice chanting softly in her head. She was certain Syndil wasn’t speaking aloud, yet she heard the words clearly and began to follow along with them, at first to herself, then joining Barack when he began to chant aloud. Lisa followed his example, repeating the beautiful-sounding words over and over. It was difficult to get the accent just right, but Lisa was determined to try. She had a strange feeling that Syndil really could help Cullen.
Syndil closed her eyes, focusing totally on the human male lying so still on the bed. At first images arose. Cullen smiling at her. Walking in the forest with him, talking and laughing. Cullen guarding her and Desari when someone had kidnapped Darius’s lifemate. Cullen. He was held in high regard by the entire band. He was under their protection. Syndil took a deep breath, let it out slowly and sent herself outside her own body and into the one lying so still and wounded.
The wound was terrible. The bullet had ricocheted through Cullen’s body, causing tremendous damage. Syndil began the delicate work of repairing from the inside out. The doctors had done a miraculous job, but Cullen was in trouble. She took her time, wanting to be meticulous. Barack would direct the hospital staff away from the room while she worked. If any of the society made an attempt to enter the hospital to kill Cullen, Barack would know. She kept her entire attention focused on repairing Cullen’s organs. It was painstakingly slow work.
Exhausted and swaying with weariness, she made her way out of Cullen’s body and back into her own. Barack immediately caught her around the waist to support her. “I’m so proud of you, Syndil. You really came through for him.”
He needs blood, Barack. Despite all the aid I have given him, he is still in danger. Our blood will ensure his recovery.
Syndil was drooping with weariness.
You need blood too.
Barack’s words were a whispered invitation.
Lisa jumped up and all but pushed Syndil into the chair. “Is he going to live?” she asked, almost ready to believe in a miracle. Barack and Syndil inspired confidence when she needed to hold on to hope desperately.
Syndil reached out and took her hand. “We will not give Cullen up to the other world just yet, Lisa. He deserves happiness, and it has been long since he has known such a thing. You care very much for him.” She made it a statement.
Lisa nodded even as she hedged. “I just met him. But he’s different. I really enjoy his company. And he was hurt trying to save me,” she confessed in a little rush.
“He is not safe here, Lisa,” Barack told her carefully. “You must realize that. The men who wanted to kill you and your sister want Cullen even more. The security guard placed at his door is very inexperienced. If Cullen remains here, the society will attempt to kill him. The security guard and Cullen and perhaps you will all die. Cullen has no other family. Our band is his family. We would like you to come with us to a place we know is safe. We must take Cullen there to safeguard him. We cannot be with him at all times, and he will need someone to help him while he heals.”