Mind Sweeper (38 page)

I stared at the three somber faces in front of me. “So, how do we make it better?”

“I don’t know if we can make it better,” Doc said.

I shook my head. “Bull. There has to be something we can do. Misha, contact Boris and have him ask the elders what to do.”

“The Full Council has been called. Demon, vampire and shifter council leaders are on their way here right now to discuss what happened and what can be done for Joe.”

“Well then, by all means let’s go greet them.”

Jean Luc grabbed my arm. “Kyle, you need to calm down and let the councils meet first.”

Soothing warmth flowed up my arm into my shoulder. I glared at him. “Stop trying to compel me, Jean Luc.”

He dropped his hand from my arm. “I was not doing it purposely. I am worried about you.”

I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “I know. I promise to behave. I won’t do anything to keep the councils from helping Dalton. But I can’t just sit around here and wait. I have to do something.”

Jean Luc nodded. “Misha and I will go with you. We can watch the arrivals from the back dock area.”

We stood to the side watching as the various supes entered the warehouse. Between the actual leaders and their guards, a large gathering was expected, and I didn’t recognize a lot of them. Misha’s father arrived with his two guards and acknowledged us briefly before he walked into the throng.

Minutes later, shifter guards brought in a vamp in chains. It was the one Matthew had shot in my apartment. Griffin walked in behind them. Instead of joining the council members, he came over to us.

His eyes rested on my bandaged arm where Sebastian had clawed me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Can we speak alone for a moment?”

I glanced at Jean Luc and Misha and they walked away without a protest.

Griffin began. “Matthew told me what happened at your apartment.”

“I owe him my life. Please thank him again for helping me.”

“The vampire has not said much to us, but I don’t believe he will be so closemouthed with the vampire council leaders.”

I grimaced. “The vamps need to save face after what Sebastian did. This meeting should be interesting.”

Griffin leaned closer to me and spoke in a hushed tone. “I asked Matthew if he had any idea who hired him to protect you, and he said he doesn’t know. I believe him.”

“Thank you for trying.”

“I’m sorry I could not be more help. Matthew did say he has been protecting you for months. Whoever is watching over you believes you have been in danger for some time now.”

In danger from what? I wanted to ask, but kept it to myself. Had they known Sebastian would be coming after me? Was it something else entirely? I stopped myself from dwelling on it for too long. I didn’t need to add paranoid delusions to my list of neuroses.

Griffin interrupted my thoughts. “I’m sorry about your lieutenant. If there is anything I can do, please let me know.”

I nodded, throat tightening. “Just please think of something to help him. Someone on the council should know a way to reverse the effects of a straend.”

Before Griffin could answer, Nicholas joined us. Griffin’s demeanor changed almost immediately, and he slipped on his leader hat and greeted Nicholas formally. I ignored the posturing. Every muscle in my body tensed when Josiah Akers sauntered into the room. He smirked at me as he walked over to the cluster of demon leaders.

“Why is he here?” I hissed when what I wanted to do was scream.

Nicholas answered. “He is the leader of the Pavels and one of the Council of Twelve.” Before I could protest, he continued. “We have no proof he was involved in this, Kyle. We don’t know who in his clan was at the bar with Hampton, and we probably never will.”

“I know he was part of this.”

“I can’t stand up in front of the Full Council and tell them he should be punished because of a hunch you have. If you will excuse us, I believe everyone is here and we can begin the meeting.”

Ninety minutes later I was still pacing the hallway outside Dalton’s room. Misha, in turn, was hovering over me. I stopped when Jean Luc came toward us.

“Misha, they want to speak with you next.”

“What the hell is happening in there?” I demanded as I watched Misha walk down the hall.

“There is a lot of evidence to be reviewed.” Jean Luc tried to reason with me. “Sebastian’s fledglings have not said anything helpful. They have stated Sebastian was in charge and, as their sire, was able to force them to do his bidding.”

“That’s convenient. What about Akers?”

“Akers testified he did not know what was going on. He is conducting an internal investigation to see
if
a Pavel was involved.”

“If! The smug bastard.”

“We have little evidence to support the Pavel story. Byron is dead, and the only others who can corroborate the story are a vagrant human and a demon who live in a back alley. Do you really want to bring them in to testify before this Council?”

I started pacing again. “What about the Majock demon we saw in the security feed?”

“Which is why Misha is with them now. They want to see the footage.”

“Have they said anything about Dalton? What can we do to help him?”

Jean Luc shook his head. “They did not talk about it while I was in the session.”

Fifteen minutes later, Misha walked back down the hallway.

“Well?” I blurted.

“They had me go through all of the case notes with them.”

“And?”

“And then they excused me and said they would be out shortly.”

“They don’t want to hear my side of the story?”

Misha shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

Before I could launch a verbal response to the ridiculousness of them not wanting to speak to me, steps echoed behind us and I whipped around. Nicholas stepped up to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged out of his paternalistic grip.

“How can we help Dalton?”

“Let’s talk alone, Kyle.”

Before I could argue, Misha and Jean Luc disappeared into the morgue, leaving us alone in the hallway.

“What did the Council come up with to help Dalton?”

“Straends were not designed with humans in mind. They were made to interrogate demons, whose neural pathways are much more resilient. Joe had the straend attached for hours, and Doc was lucky she was able to remove it at all.”

I was having trouble absorbing what he was saying. “Answer my question, damn it!”

“The only possibility we could come up with to help Joe is in your hands.”

“What do you mean?”

“His only hope is if his memories can be erased. That should allow his pathways to repair themselves.”

Relief surged through me. “Fine, I’ll go scrub his memories of Sebastian’s torture right now.”

“It would not be enough. It isn’t just the memories of the torture that are causing the damage. The pain is also attached to particular questions Sebastian asked Joe. Any questions he asked and the memories associated with them would cause him pain.”

I took a shaky breath. Sebastian had asked him about me.

“You need to erase his memories of this case entirely. He cannot remember anything about us.”

“No! There has to be another way.”

Nicholas shook his head. “I’m sorry, but there is not.”

I backed up and glared at him. “Is it really the only solution, or is this the Council’s way of protecting themselves from Dalton? The fact that he’s the key might put a crimp in supernatural activities, right?”

Nicholas snagged my arm and dragged me into an empty room, shutting the door. “The Council has not been told of Dalton’s possible merger with the key.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell them?”

“Because if I had, he would be in danger for the rest of his life.”

I started to protest, but Nicholas plowed over my objections. “Think about it. Look how many dead bodies Hampton and Sebastian left behind on their quest for the key. We know Pavels are involved. If the community were to find out Joe might have this key inside him, what do you think they would do then? At the very least, they would try to control him, or they might try to remove it by force.”

“This is insane.”

“It’s the world we live in. Joe needs to stay out of our world. He can’t afford to have any suspicion attached to him. And the best way to accomplish that is to make him forget. If there was any other way to guarantee both his recovery and his safety, I would recommend that instead.”

I glared at him. “I don’t trust you.”

“Let me lay it out for you in simple terms.” He lifted his hand, ticking off points on his fingers. “By erasing Joe’s memories of the events you will, one, hopefully reverse the effects of the straends and save his life. Two, stop others in the community from coming after him. And three, give us more time to figure out what this key is all about.” He took a deep breath. “I’m also trying to protect you, Kyle. It’s what I have been doing all along.”

And like that the light bulb went on. “It’s you. Matthew worked for you.”

He smirked half-heartedly. “You always have been a smart one.”

“Why did you do it?

He looked at me incredulously. “You have to ask, after what’s happened over the last few weeks?”

“But Matthew has been protecting me for
months
. How did you know this was going to happen?”

His face shut down. “I had been warned you were in danger.”

“By who? Some fortune teller?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m not the enemy here. In your heart you know what I’m telling you is correct. You have to let him go, Kyle.”

“Screw you.” I jerked open the door and ran into Dalton’s room. Doc was leaning over him checking his IV. He opened his eyes and they brightened when he caught sight of me. But a moment later he grimaced and writhed on the bed. Doc yelled and Jean Luc appeared in a heartbeat, holding him down while Doc gave him a sedative. I backed out of the room and stumbled down the hallway.

Chapter 43

The heart rate monitor traveled in a slow and steady rhythm across the screen. Pain pulsed through me in much the same pattern, and the longer I stayed in the room, the more erratic my breathing became. I had been sitting in this dark room watching Dalton sleep for several hours now, and I couldn’t put it off any longer.

He had been mine for only a moment in time. Now I had to make the decision to save him. For a second a small part of me toyed again with the idea of erasing only his memories of the torture and running with him. But it was a fleeting thought. Where would we go? Would Dalton want to leave everything behind just to be with me? It was not my place to make the decision for him.

I would have given anything to see those turquoise eyes one more time, but I couldn’t bear to cause him any more pain.

The group had devised a plan. Dalton would be the hero who stopped a serial killer from killing again. Jean Luc and Misha were handling the details. I had my own part to play.

I leaned forward in the chair and removed the memories, unraveling them all piece by piece. I blocked out chunks of time or replaced them with memories of Dalton working on the serial killer case by himself, sitting behind his computer and trying to piece together the clues I planted in his head.

I took away the pain of his torture, and replaced it with resolve to bring the killer to justice. The doctors would say his loss of memory was due to the trauma he suffered at the killer’s hands before Dalton was able to escape and kill him instead. As the last memory transferred to his brain, I savored our mental connection, caressing his thought patterns before I reluctantly severed our connection.

“Goodbye, Galahad,” I whispered.

I stared at him for a moment, memorizing his face, his body, his smell, and then I turned away.

I walked out into the empty hallway. He would be safe now. That was all that mattered. I rushed through the storage area and out the rear door, running to my car.

As I started my car, I caught sight of myself in the rearview mirror. Blood streamed from my nose. I sopped it up with napkins I found in my glove compartment and jammed the car into reverse. I would not cry.

My phone rang while I was driving home. It was Nicholas. I pushed the button on my sync.

“What.”

“Has it been taken care of?”

“Yes.”

“What about Captain Morrison’s memories of the case?”

“I scrubbed him hours ago. He doesn’t remember sending Dalton to work with us. He thinks he assigned Dalton to work on the serial killer case.”

“Are you okay?”

“You don’t get to ask me that.”

I hung up.

Once in my apartment, I stripped and threw myself into the shower. Standing under the pounding spray, I tried to wash away my own memories, but there was no relief. After the hot water ran out, I dressed in my terry cloth robe and stood staring at my reflection in the mirror. Roses perfumed the air.