Savage Redemption - By Alexis Morgan Page 0,3

their investigating chancellors to take her into custody.

The trial would be swift and the sentence would be carried out even more swiftly. It hurt knowing that, which surprised him. He would’ve sworn her betrayal three years ago had ripped any sense of compassion out of his heart by the roots.

But for now, they had to get moving. Whoever Kat had pissed off this time had already spent a lot of money and manpower to track her down. He figured their primary mission had been to capture her. They’d been satisfied with trying to capture her right up until Conlan had interfered.

Out here on the wrong side of Rafferty’s property lines, they were all vulnerable to another attack. As soon as Finn said Kat could be transported, they’d head back inside the estate proper. Anyone with a lick of sense would have second thoughts before attacking a high-ranking vampire’s home turf, especially Rafferty’s. There weren’t many with the guts or stupidity to cross him.

Finn tossed Conlan a scrub shirt on his way to his patient. “Here, thought you could use this.”

“Thanks.”

“So, let’s see what we’ve got here.” The young security officer smiled at the two girls as he knelt down beside the wounded woman. Dr. Fitzhugh had been training the young chancellor as a medic. Conlan had been in favor of the idea from the beginning. Right now, he was just glad that he could step back and let Finn take over caring for Kat while he took charge of the girls.

“Rose and Maggie, my name is Conlan, and that’s Finn. Let’s get you inside his transport and out of this heat. I’m betting he’s got some bottled water in there.”

Then he dropped his voice to a loud whisper. “I also know where he hides his candy.”

His assistant instantly protested. “Hey, girls, you’re welcome to help yourselves, but smack Conlan’s hands for me if he tries to snitch any of my chocolate. He never shares his with me.”

Rose looked at Finn and then at Conlan, her eyes still solemn, but Maggie knew they were being teased and giggled. Finn winked at the two of them before turning his attention back to their aunt, peeking underneath the bloody shirt Conlan had used to cover Kat’s wound. His smile quickly faded, and he immediately pulled out his phone and started to punch in a number, no doubt about to the call doctor for advice.

Before hitting the send button, he paused to ask, “Conlan, were you able to get her name so the doc can pull up her records?”

Okay, that was a problem. “Hold off for a second, Finn.”

He quickly settled the girls in the transport. They didn’t need to hear this. “Let me talk to Seamus first.”

Finn looked puzzled but nodded and held out the phone. “I need to get an IV started anyway. You can relay his instructions for me.”

Conlan took a deep breath before speaking. “Seamus, I don’t know what’s going on here, but somebody really wants this woman dead. On top of that, if you put her name in the system, the Coalition will be after her, too. Can you buy me enough time to figure out what the hell is going on? She has two little girls with her, and I don’t want anything to happen to them.”

If anyone would understand the need for caution, it would be Seamus Fitzhugh. It had only been a few months ago that his new wife had arrived at Rafferty’s on the run from a murderous ex-boyfriend who’d been poisoning her. If Seamus hadn’t happened to be there when she literally fell through the gate into Conlan’s arms, she would’ve died for sure.

There was a heavy silence on the other end of the line. Finally, Seamus said, “I can’t hide this from Rafferty, mostly because he’s standing right here. But oddly enough, I was about to tell him that I never seem to have enough time to do paperwork. I’m embarrassed to admit that sometimes days and even weeks go by before I get around to updating Coalition patient files.”

Perfect. “Thanks, I owe you. Finn says to tell you that once he’s got an IV started we’ll be on our way in. Get the O.R. ready. She’s going to need it.”

Conlan easily lifted Kat’s dead weight onto the stretcher while Finn held it steady. Despite Conlan’s mixed feelings about the situation, it worried him that she didn’t even whimper. Definitely not a good sign. Her skin already had a gray tinge to it,