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screen Raven could see Aspen dressed in black BDU’s and a tactical vest. Behind her was a team of agents and Marines that Raven didn’t recognize. By the look of it, they were nearing the bow of the ship. On the monitor, Aspen paused and squatted to examine the body of a young man. Or what was left of him.
    “I think we found Agent Rand,” Aspen said. “His legs have been torn off and one arm is broken in at least two places, severe trauma to the soft tissue of the face. The impact didn’t kill him, though. Judging from the amount of fluids, I would say he bled out.”
    “Was he conscious when it happened?” the man with the camera asked.
    Aspen shook her head. “I doubt it, Kane. With this much trauma he’d have been in shock and likely fell unconscious within seconds.”
    “What about Wade and Brian?” King asked. “They were killed nearby.”
    Aspen looked at the camera. “I’ve got more blood than could possibly have come from Rand, and some drag marks. Whatever killed them took their remains.”
    King nodded to himself. “Any idea what it was?”
    “Big and mean is all I have, Agent King. It was brutally strong, though, not even Raven in full vamp could do this,” Aspen said.
    “Acknowledged. Proceed to the bridge, King out,” King said.
    “Right, boss.”
    The screen went dim and Raven saw Aspen follow a different man up the stairs. After a moment she realized King was talking to her.
    “What?”
    King frowned. “I asked what you were doing here so early. Did you pass your exam?”
    Raven shook her head. “No. I’ve got a psyche eval in a couple of hours. Tell me about that ship.”
    “Agent Storm, that ship is need to know,” King said.
    Raven sat down. “Abraham, my familiar, my fiancé, is on that ship. I need to know.”
    King lowered his eyes. “Her name is Crescent Star , she was built in 1970 and launched in 1971 as a sort of new Titanic, providing luxury transatlantic cruises. She vanished on the return trip from England, all hands and passengers gone. I participated in a three-week long search for her that winter and we never found anything.”
    He fiddled with a file on his desk. “Two days ago she crashed through a pleasure yacht and was spotted off the coast of Iceland with blood streaked on her sides and upper decks. A team was dispatched; they vanished. I was called and immediately sent a special response team. As you saw on the video, they were killed as well—”
    “And you sent Aspen out there? Have you lost your damn mind?” Raven yelled.
    King raised his eyes. “I did what was necessary. I believe the threat is magikal and she is the best I have.”
    Raven couldn’t argue that point. Aspen was always knowledgeable and in the last two years she’d become one of the most powerful Wicca she’d ever heard of.
    “You should have sent me with her,” she said.
    King shook his head. “You aren’t ready, Raven.”
    “Fine. Then send my sister, she’s—”
    “On assignment with Levac,” King finished. “I have sent her with Mr. Kane and a team with almost as much success as your father. She is in the best hands I have available, Raven.”
    Raven paced away. She wanted to be there. The fact King was right just made her angrier. “What about Dad?”
    “His wound is healed, if that is what you are asking. He is still in a healing coma, though. Asok believes he will come out of it any day. He always does,” King replied.
    Raven turned. “Just how many times has my father died?”
    King shrugged. “I have no idea. Six, that I know of in the last decade, including his injury in Chicago, but he’s far older than he looks.”
    “I guessed that, he hasn’t aged in fifteen years. He makes Dick Clark look ancient.”
    King smiled. “Older, even than that. It is not my place to tell you, and I won’t. He owes you an explanation. I never agreed with him or your mother in hiding his survival from you, or keeping you from Sable. Family is important.”
    Raven shrugged.