She gave a wry smile. “I know that. I have to try. He killed everyone I’ve ever loved.”
At least she could remember everyone she’d ever loved, Nathan thought. “Jake’s going to want to talk to you. He wants to know why Thomas shot him.”
“He didn’t. It only looked like he was firing at Jake. He was shooting at a man behind Jake. Thomas thought the man was trying to kill him.”
“So Thomas saved Jake’s life.”
“The irony is that the guy wasn’t shooting at Jake at all. He was shooting at Thomas. He’d found out Thomas was working undercover for the Reaper.”
“What was the Reaper doing in Iraq?” Nathan asked. “Jake knows it wasn’t really about the prince selling weapons to terrorists.”
“That was just a cover. The Reaper wanted the prince’s relic collection. Supposedly he had a fantastic collection, acquired illegally of course. The Reaper needed Jake and his team to get the relics. From what Thomas told me, the Reaper expected a fight. These relics were very valuable.”
“Did he get them?”
“Yes. But the prince didn’t have what the Reaper wanted.”
“The Fountain of Youth?” Nathan asked.
“No. The Holy Grail.”
“He’s looking for the Holy Grail and the Fountain of Youth?”
“According to Thomas.”
The Holy Grail and the Fountain of Youth. Two powerful things. Maybe that was the key. But he still had no idea where any of the relics were besides the spear. “Did Thomas see the Holy Grail?”
“He only saw sketches in a journal the Reaper carried with him. Thomas said the Reaper protected this journal like gold. Thomas assumed they were the relics the Reaper was desperate to find.”
Nathan’s heart pounded harder. “What did the journal look like?”
Brandi gave him an odd look at the question. “I think Thomas said it was leather. He took the page with the sketch of the relics, but he lost it. Sometime before he died, he stole the entire journal, but the page was missing.”
That’s because it was in Jake’s bag. “Did Thomas have any idea why the Reaper insisted on hiring Jake?” Nathan asked.
“At first Thomas thought Jake was working with the Reaper.”
So had Nathan. “Thomas changed his mind?”
“He found out that Jake tried to save those girls. That tormented Thomas. He didn’t know about them until then. Neither did the Reaper. Thomas said he would have killed the prince himself if he’d known. He figured the Reaper would have too. Thomas said the Reaper has done some bad things, but he’s very protective of children. Not that it would have mattered in the prince’s case. The Reaper would have killed him anyway.”
“For the relics?”
“For the relics,” Brandi said. “Always the relics. I’m going to destroy the relics and kill the Reaper.” Her lips thinned and she looked almost regretful. “I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way.”
“We’re on the same side,” Nathan said. “We’re both trying to stop the Reaper.”
“He might not be the only problem,” Brandi said. “How much do you know about the Reaper?”
“As much as money can buy.” Which wasn’t that much when it came to someone as elusive as the Reaper.
Brandi shrugged. “There are some things money can’t buy.”
“Get to the point.”
“Thomas found out something shocking when he was in Iraq. The Reaper has a child.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A TAXI DROPPED Kendall and Jake at the entrance of Glastonbury Abbey. They’d left a message for Nathan, telling him what they had discovered about the Blue Chalice, the abbey, and the Tor. The area drew many tourists, nature lovers, and spiritual enthusiasts. As soon as they entered the grounds, Kendall knew why. She could feel the energy in the air. “This place is powerful.”
“It’s old,” Jake said. “According to that book, there’s at least two thousand years of history here, maybe more. Is that gonna make your senses go into overload?”
“There’s only one way to find out.” That it was so old made her think even more strongly that there could be a connection to an old secret order.
“Let’s dive in, then. If it gets to be too much, let me know.”
“You’ll play knight in shining armor and rescue me?” She didn’t know why she’d said it, and wished she hadn’t as soon as the words left her mouth.
That odd look crossed his face again; then he grinned. “I’d make a damned fine knight. Rescue the damsel, earn a kiss as a reward, then dump her into the arms of a grateful father or lover, and off I’d go to the next damsel.”
“Your concept of knighthood is whacked. Knights were selfless, honest, defenders of truth, and often chaste.” Although many knights had been married, and some had committed adultery. Like Lancelot, one of the greatest knights. “I don’t think you need to apply.”
“I’m honest and true.”
“You stole power bars.”
“A selfless act so a damsel wouldn’t starve.”
“There’s the chastity problem. It doesn’t take a psychic to know you like sex.”
“That doesn’t mean I get much.”
Was he kidding? With his looks? She gave him a look of disbelief.
“I’m not as nondiscriminating as you might think.”
“You’re no virgin.”
“I might as well be,” he muttered. “And you might want to remember who turned who down the last time.”
That shut her up. She would have spent the night with him in the tower if he hadn’t gallantly walked away.
“If that doesn’t qualify me for knighthood, I don’t know what does. I saved your virtue.”
She hadn’t wanted it spared then. Now she was glad, because she and Jake were just too complicated to get tangled up in bed.
“A true knight wouldn’t remind a lady of such things.”
He said something very unknightly, and they walked on. They passed several couples and families, and the occasional loner staring off into space, meditating or seeking some connection to the earth. The abbey grounds were beautiful and the ruins magnificent. They were in various stages of deterioration, only pieces of a foundation or wall in places, but others were remarkably intact, like the abbot’s kitchen, a medieval kitchen, and the Lady Chapel.
As they made their way through the ruins, impressions flew at Kendall, bits and pieces of the past. And there was a lot of past here, as the lady at the gift shop had said. This was once the greatest abbey in Europe. Saint Patrick had lived and died here. King Arthur had been buried here, along with Guinevere, if the stories were accurate. And underneath the Lady Chapel was supposedly where Joseph of Arimathea built the first Christian structure in Britain, a wattle and daub church.
“You holding up?” Jake asked.
Kendall nodded. “I just feel… full.” Sometimes she felt in colors and sensations that she didn’t even know how to explain, sometimes visions, sounds, or smells. She could even hear snippets of conversation, but not enough to tell what was being said. There were conspiracies here. She could feel them in the air.
Occasionally they encountered someone in period clothing. Near one wall, four monks walked side by side, hands folded in front of them. “They look authentic.”
Jake looked up from a marker he was studying. “Who?”
“Those monks by the wall.”
“Uh… I think they might be.”
Kendall frowned. “Real monks. Well, I guess monks would be interested in the ruins too. I mean, this was an abbey.”
“Kendall… There aren’t any monks.”
“Right there, near the end of that wall—damn.” The monks had vanished.
“Ghosts?” Jake asked.
“Or more memories of the past? Whatever they are, I seem to be seeing a lot of them.”