The guards parted like water to let them through.
As Rhun had hoped, Nadia waited at the surgery, a disheveled man in a white coat next to her. He looked as if she had dragged him from his bed, running every step.
He blanched when he saw whom they carried.
They stepped past him into the sleek modern surgery. Stainless-steel surfaces gleamed and modern machines waited under plastic covers. On the wall was only a simple round clock and a heavy iron cross.
Rhun and Bernard laid His Holiness gently on the clean white bed. Bernard still held his wound closed. “A razor did this,” he explained.
A second doctor rushed in.
“Everyone must leave,” the first doctor said. “Only medical staff allowed.”
As the physicians began to administer to His Holiness, Rhun prayed that they would find a way to save him. There was nothing more for the Sanguinists to do.
He stepped out into the hall. Drops of the pope’s blood gleamed against the wooden floor. “Where did Nadia go?”
“She took a division of the guardsmen back down the hall,” Jordan said. “To look for the guy who did this.”
If the attacker could be found, Nadia would find him. Rhun leaned against the wood paneling. Bernard reached an arm around his shoulders, and he leaned against him. A successful papal assassination had not occurred in centuries.
“What does this mean for Bathory, Erin?” Jordan asked.
Her eyes told Rhun all he needed to know. “It means that Bathory has both ingredients necessary to open the book.”
57
October 28, 5:05 P.M., CET
Vatican City, Italy
Standing outside the surgery room, Erin wished that she had better news. The Belial had the book and the means to open it. Would that be enough for them to transfigure it? Had evil already won?
Nate slumped and sat on the floor next to her. Fresh blood soaked his pant leg. She had never seen him so pale. He leaned his head back against the wall.
Jordan pulled a water bottle out of his coat pocket and pressed it into the kid’s hands.
Nate downed it in one long swallow. How long had it been since he’d had a drink? It had never even occurred to Erin to ask if he was thirsty, and she’d basically had him sprinting from the moment he had been tossed into her cell.
Bernard made eye contact with a Swiss Guardsman. He pointed at Nate. “This man must be taken to medical care. The woman, too.”
“Take Nate now,” Erin said. “I’ll follow along in a minute.”
Bernard hesitated, then nodded in agreement. The guardsman helped Nate to his feet.
“I’m fine.” Nate pulled himself up straighter, but his back began to slide down the dark oak paneling.
“Of course you are,” she said. “So am I. But let’s just humor them. I’ll be right behind you.”
Nate raised a skeptical eyebrow but didn’t protest as two guardsmen herded him down the hall. The kid was tough. He’d be fine. She tried not to think of watching Heinrich being carried away. She would see Nate again soon.
Jordan pulled out his first-aid kit. “Sure you don’t want to go with the kid?”
“The neck looks more dramatic than it is,” she said.
“Looks pretty dramatic.” Jordan pulled out an alcohol wipe, the smell all too familiar to Erin.
She gritted her teeth when he reached for her, but the touch of his hands on her neck was featherlight.
“So what’s next?” His familiar blue eyes looked into hers.
Her heart sped up. “Next?”
“What will Bathory do now? Where will she open the book?” From the way he asked, it sounded as if he thought she knew the answer.
She tried to talk, not to think about how close he stood, how gently he touched her throat. “The book cares very much about how it is to be opened and where.”
“You make it sound like a person.” Jordan stroked hair back from her neck and cleaned the side, stroking the wipe down from her jawline to her collarbone.
She shivered and shifted her feet to cover the movement. “I wonder if it doesn’t have some kind of awareness, some part of its maker tied to it.”
“I agree.” Bernard straightened the scarlet zucchetto he was wearing atop his white hair. “Always that has been my interpretation of the prophecy. And the book must be opened in Rome. But where in Rome?”
“If holy ground is important to the Sanguinists,” Erin said, sensing she was onto something, “it matters to the book, too. What’s the holiest place in Rome? Saint Peter’s tomb.” She stepped away from Jordan. She needed to think, which meant moving clear of his warmth, his musky scent. “But if the Belial wanted to open the book down there, they would have taken the pope’s blood first, then the bone so they could open it right there where the bones are.”
“Makes sense,” Jordan said. “Why break in twice, once to steal the bones and once to open the book?”
A bell tolled. Rhun and Bernard exchanged a glance.
“What does that mean?” Jordan pulled out a roll of gauze.
“The Swiss Guard are sounding the alarm,” Bernard answered. “They are evacuating tourists from Vatican City.”
“Then Bathory doesn’t have much time.” If only she had a better idea of where that witch might be. Then a ray of hope dawned. “Wait! The basilica. It’s built above Peter’s tomb. The holiest part of the holiest church in Rome.”
Before she even finished her sentence, Rhun and Bernard vanished from her side, like a pair of apparitions. They fled down the hall with eerie speed. No one watching them would think for a second that they were human.
Jordan shook his head. “Guess they’re giving up the secret identity thing.” He lifted an eyebrow and held out a hand. “Feel like one more run?”
She nodded and let him pull her to her feet.
He broke into a jog after collecting his Heckler & Koch submachine gun, which Nadia had been kind enough to return from Germany, along with his Colt pistol. Erin followed Jordan through the spacious halls of the Apostolic Palace and toward the square. No one tried to stop them.
They bounded down a flight of stairs, taking two at a time, to the wide hall that led to a bronze door and out to St. Peter’s Square.
Ahead, two Swiss Guards in formal blue-, red-, and yellow-striped tunics and tights swung the doors open for Rhun and the Cardinal.
Jordan sped up, trying to catch them.
“We’re with those two!” Jordan yelled.
“Let them pass,” the Cardinal called over his shoulder, already out onto the square.