Finding the Lost (Sentinel Wars, #2)(35)
Author: Shannon K. Butcher

Andra’s heart broke open and bled for her sister. If this didn’t work . . .

“How long has she been asleep?” he asked, frowning at Nika.

“Hours. She woke up and had a little bit to eat before we left Nebraska, but she slept the rest of the way here. Madoc gave her some water when we arrived, but she went right back to sleep.”

Tynan sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up her bony hand with exquisite care. His long fingers hovered over her pulse for a moment. When he looked up at Andra, his face was grim. “She’s not sleeping anymore. She’s unconscious.”

Chapter 19

Andra locked her knees to keep from falling. “Are you sure? I thought she was getting better when Madoc managed to get her to eat. I never would have left her side if I’d thought otherwise.”

Guilt ate at her, making her stomach turn. She was so swept up in Paul and his world that she hadn’t even noticed her sister had gotten worse.

“She hasn’t been unconscious for long, but I can feel her slipping away. Her body is getting weaker.”

“What do we do?”

“I won’t know until I have some of her blood.”

“If she’s weak, that will only make things worse.”

“No. I need only a drop or two.” He was looking at her for permission.

Andra had no choice. No options. “Okay, but no more.”

Tynan nodded and put Nika’s finger to his mouth. Andra saw him pierce the tip with his sharp fang, and just as quickly his tongue swiped over it, sealing her skin.

He froze. Nika’s hand slipped from his grasp and fell back to the bed. His eyes started to dart around like crazy—just like Logan’s had done—and a deep moan rose up from his throat.

Andra held back her panic. She didn’t know what was going on here, but she wasn’t going to leave Nika in the way if Tynan started thrashing around. She moved around the bed to gather Nika in her arms and get her out of the way just as Tynan’s eyes slowed and he let out a harsh breath.

“You okay?” asked Andra.

He didn’t seem to hear her. “That poor child,” he whispered, and looked at Nika as if she were already dead.

“What happened?” demanded Andra.

“Her blood.” He wiped his mouth like he didn’t want to risk tasting any more of it. “I know why she’s suffering.” He looked up at Andra and his expression was that of a doctor giving a family member the wors