My roommate was sitting up in bed talking with Lance Anders. He had been there to visit her every day since she was admitted. It was nice to see him on our side once Ryker was no longer there to poison his mind. She threw her head back and laughed at one of his jokes.
“Kamlyn!” she exclaimed when I walked in.
There were no more IVs hooked up to her arms. She had recovered as fully as she ever would and didn’t seem to be in any more pain. The white lines that ran down the right side of her cheek distorted her face slightly, but it didn’t affect the impact of her smile. It was still as contagious as ever.
“Glad to see you’re feeling better,” I said as I pulled up a spare chair and sat next to Lance.
“Extremely.”
“Good, because I have loads to tell you.” I placed a hand on Lance’s chair. “You can hear this, too. I might need all the help I can get.”
“Uh-oh,” Holly groaned and rolled her eyes.
I ignored her and continued on. Once I told her what had just happened, she would have no more doubts about there being a traitor in the Chamber. She had to believe me.
“I went down to the Records Room to see if I could find anything on the Goblet of Demons.”
Lance’s brow sat atop his almond-shaped, dark eyes. He leaned forward in his chair and his muscular arms tightened. I could tell he was already hooked.
“When I got there, the traitor was at the desk asking for some portal records or something.”
“How do you know it was him?” Holly asked.
“Black hooded cloak, gloved hands, gut feeling that made me want to tackle him and rip his throat out.”
“Ah, well, with proof like that…” she said in a condescending tone.
“Anyway, he saw me and took off immediately. I lost him in all the shelves and files. But then I ran into Vice-Head Rutherford. He said David had just been down there and he left in a hurry. The traitor is our Weapons instructor!”
Her face constricted as she stared at me hard. “Maybe you should talk to Don about it again. Tell him what you saw. It’s too dangerous to go after him by yourself. If he could lose you, then he could be capable of more. He is planning to take over the world with demons after all and we know how good of a shot he is.”
She was right. I was too inexperienced to kid myself into thinking I could do it alone. I needed professional help. I needed a real Huntsman. In a few hours I had a mentor meeting with Don. If he was actually there I would tell him everything. And this time I would explain before he opened his bottle of whiskey.
The Gift
Broken Angel (Book 1 in the Chronicles of a Supernatural Huntsman series) Page 35
