Arthur Quinn and Hell's Keeper Read Online Free PDF Page B

was wondering … how will we find him?’
    â€˜The moon links you all. All the wolves. You were born in the light of the moon. And you especially, Drysi, have a close bond with your father.’
    â€˜He’s a traitor,’ Drysi reminded him.
    â€˜I don’t mean that kind of bond. I mean a sort of telepathic bond.’ He leaned down closer so he was face to face with her. ‘You just need to harness it.’
    With that, he gripped the girl by the shoulders and lifted her out of the wheelchair. She felt safe in his arms, clutched tightly in his grasp. He carried her away from the chair like that, with her legs hanging down below her. It was an awkward way to lift someone, but it did not bother the god. He moved her gracefully and with ease. Then he laid her on the ground.
    The grass was cold beneath her back and she tried to sit up, but Loki pushed her back calmly.
    â€˜Lie down,’ he said. ‘Relax.’
    â€˜What should I–’
    â€˜Shh.’ He bit his fingertip, bringing blood instantly. Drysi had seen him do this countless times since they’d been in the house, so she wasn’t shocked. What did surprise her was when he leant down and traced the blood on her forehead. He drew an oval with a circle inside it, a third eye right above her other two.
    â€˜Close your eyes and think of Fenrir,’ he whispered.
    Drysi did as he said and pictured her father in her mind. She saw him as she had seen him for the first time. When she was just a little girl, running through the fields. She hadn’t been scared when the great man with the bushy black hair and beard had called to her. She’d gone willingly to him. And then he had turned her into this wolf-girl.
    She saw the thousand years she and Fenrir had spent together, recruiting more wolves as time passed. She saw him tell her about Loki and the wonderful power that he held. She saw Fenrir changing, becoming more human, more forgiving and empathetic, more loving. She saw him grow to like the humans. She saw her father decide not to make an army for Loki. And finally she saw him rescue her from a collapsed tower, saving her life.
    â€˜Open your eye.’ Loki’s voice sounded far away.
    Drysi’s eyes blinked open. The moon was brighter than she imagined and she had to squint up at Loki.
    â€˜No,’ he said. ‘I told you to open your eye.’
    â€˜They are open.’
    â€˜Open this one.’ He tapped the middle of her forehead where he’d scrawled with blood.
    â€˜But how?’
    â€˜Concentrate.’
    â€˜I’m trying–’
    â€˜Open it! ’
    Drysi bent all her will on the eye Loki had drawn on her forehead and suddenly she felt a strange sensation. It wasn’t as if she could see through this third eye – it certainly wasn’t like looking – but rather as if the whole world had opened up before her. She could feel the world and she could sense its inhabitants.
    And all she had to do was focus on her target – just sniff him out like stalking prey on one of her hunts – and she would find him.
    â€˜Father …’ she uttered.

    Beep, beep, beep.
    â€˜Ugh,’ moaned Ash, turning over in her bed to knock off the alarm. It couldn’t be Monday morning already. She forced her eyelids to open as much as they could and took in the time on the bedside clock: 7.30 – time to get up.
    She rolled onto her back and braced herself for the day and week ahead. They’d spent all weekend like they had the previous one: scouring the Internet and CCTV footage for any sign of Fenrir. And all weekend they’d come up with nothing. Absolutely nothing. So far they’d spent two weekends in a row, and any spare time they found in between, working on the secret project. She wondered how much longer they could go on like this with no results.
    With a sigh, she threw the duvet back and climbed out of bed. Her laptop was on, the fan whirring