eyes. Without her glasses, she couldn’t see farther than her hand, but she didn’t have to see Tabby clearly to know it was her. Her mind remained sluggish, but she knew there was something urgent she had to remember. And suddenly she gripped Tabby’s hand hard in return. “Aidan!” There was total recall now. “Did you find him?” As she spoke, she saw the blur that was Sam, standing next to Tabby. Dear God, her boss was behind them. He was entirely out of focus, but it didn’t matter, she still felt his hard, unwavering stare.
“No, we didn’t.” Tabby slipped her eyeglasses on for her. “Is that better?”
So much fear for him began. Without a doubt, Brie knew that he was being tortured by great evil. He could still be alive and in torment—or he could be dead.
“How do you feel?” Nick asked.
Brie was almost afraid to look at him now that she could see. He was a macho-looking man of about thirty—muscular, tall and really good-looking; women were always trying to pick him up. Nick was a cool player, but he was all work and no play when it came to HCU.
“Am I drugged?” She finally looked at him, and sure enough, he had that steely, take-no-prisoners look in his eyes.
“Pretty heavily, but we’re taking you down so we can chat.” Nick smiled, as if encouraging her to be candid, but that smile never reached his blue eyes.
“It’s been twenty-four hours, Brie,” Tabby said softly, squeezing her hand. Her gaze was filled with worry.
Brie stared at her, almost reading her mind. Now she remembered fighting the pain, in this very room. “He’s still being tortured,” she gasped.
“Every other time we brought you down, within an hour or so you started having extreme empathic reactions to your friend,” Nick said flatly.
Brie blinked at him. He’d stressed the word “friend.” How much had she said? Nick was pissed; she could feel it, even as messed up as she was.
“Maybe you can tell Nick something to help his people find Aidan,” Tabby murmured.
“It’s hard to think,” she whispered. Had Tabby told Nick about the Masters of Time? As groggy as she was, she was certain Nick wouldn’t be surprised that the rumors floating around the agency about a race of evil-fighting warriors were true. Sometimes Nick seemed to know everything.
Nick said to the physician, “Take her down a bit more.”
As the sedation was further decreased, Brie recognized that she was ill with exhaustion. She felt nauseous, and she began to realize how utterly sore her body was. Every muscle throbbed, as if she was the one who’d been mercilessly tortured. But her mind leapt to life as the sedation was reduced. What had they done to him? Was he alive? “How can I help?” she asked Nick, trembling.
He dismissed the doctor and turned to Tabby and Sam. “Goodbye, ladies.”
Tabby was alarmed. “I can’t leave her.”
Nick gestured toward the door. “You can, and you will. It will only be for a few moments.”
Brie didn’t want to be alone with him and she knew Tabby knew it. Sam gave Nick a cool glance. “Don’t bully her,” she said.
When they were gone, he said, “I need you to come clean, kid. If you want to help your friend, you need to clarify exactly who we’re looking for.”
Brie wished she could think more clearly. “His name is Aidan—and he’s not from our century.” She stopped. “He’s from the past, Nick.”
He leaned close, his face expressionless. “When did you meet the Highlander, Brie?”
He was really mad. “I met him a year ago,” Brie breathed, hoping she was doing the right thing by telling Nick the truth. Their eyes locked. “You’re not surprised.”
Nick folded his muscular arms across his chest. “Tell me more about him.”
Brie tried to think clearly. The Brotherhood was secret—Allie had stressed that—but so was CDA and every unit within. “When I met him, he’d come from 1430, from Carrick Castle,” she said. “He has powers, Nick—special powers, just like the demons do.”
Nick searched her gaze and Brie had the uncanny feeling he was searching her mind. He said softly, “Does the name Aidan of Awe ring any bells?”
Oddly, the name resonated with her.
“Take her up,” Nick snapped.
Brie felt the last bit of fogginess dissipate. Nick became completely clear, his eyes blue steel. He knew all about the Masters, she realized.
“Yeah,” he said, “and I’ve wanted to bring one in for a long, long time.”
But he hadn’t even finished when she heard Aidan.
His roar of pain was filled with despair and protest.
This time, it was the roar of grief.
Brie went still.
He’s lost everything. Before she could assimilate that, a huge weight fell on her, crushing her. She cried out in alarm and fear as more stones fell, rapidly burying her in darkness.
Brie wanted to panic and scream; she wanted to fight the rocks, try to push up against them. But instead she lay very still, absolutely calm, aware that she was entombed.
“Brie, what is it?” she heard Tabby cry from far away.
Brie’s eyes widened. She was looking up at black stone; it was as if she was buried alive. She tried to move her arms, her legs, but stone pressed in on her from all sides.
Aidan had been buried alive.
And he was utterly calm, utterly resigned, a man without hope.
She reached out to him.
She felt him start.
She tried to focus entirely upon him. He was physically trapped, unmoving. Like her, he had no difficulty breathing. He was staring at the blackness. She felt him more acutely now. The stones were painful, their weight crushing, but he didn’t care. They weren’t crushing him to death. It was the heartache that was killing him.
And she felt his acceptance of death.
He was waiting to die.
“Brie, honey, it’s okay. You’re here with us, on Five.”
Aidan, Brie tried. You can’t die!
If she had reached him, he was now gone. He had slipped so far away that she couldn’t feel anything at all.
“Can you hear me?” Nick asked, sounding far away.
She could, but she couldn’t answer Nick now. Aidan had powers. He could break free of the rocks and stone if he wanted to. If she had reached him a moment ago, surely she could find him again. She was almost certain he had felt her, or heard her. She strained
