Read Faith Revisited for Free Online Page A

walls of the abbey.
    “Where are you hurt?” Arak asked, stepping in front of Raym, blocking off his view of the room.
    “Don't worry about me, Arak. You're going to need all your strength for Zeke.”
    There was a threat in Raym's tone that caused Arak to tense and meet his gaze. It was clear Raym didn't trust him, and Arak silently cursed. This night just kept getting better.
    “Make sure you have Penny check your injuries, Raym. If Zeke ails from what I think he does, you're right, I'll need all my strength and yours.” Arak turned when Bale called his name urgently, but Raym grabbed his arm.
    “What does that mean?” Raym asked softly.
    “You were not the only one attacked tonight. Instead of Bale lying abed, we have two injured female vampires.”
    Arak yanked his arm free and entered the room, then strode to the bed. He wasted no time, immediately sitting beside Zeke and pressing his hand to the wound across his abdomen. He sensed the poison coursing through Zeke, but it was not as potent as the dose the female Faith had received.
    “Help me get his clothes off,” Arak ordered Bale, who stood to the side, clenching and unclenching his fists impotently. “I need to try to draw the poison out of him, or we will lose him.”
    “Poison? What poison?” Kash asked from the other side of the bed.
    “Utukku essence,” Arak explained, grabbing Zeke around the waist and forcing the male into a sitting position as Bale lifted his shirt over his head. As Arak lowered Zeke back to the bed, Zeke grabbed his arm with what little strength he still possessed.

    The Watchers: Faith Revisited
    17

    “Don't put me out, Arak,” he said, his tone desperate. “I have to tell you—”
    “Not now, Zeke. You can tell us when you are healed. If I don't get this out of you now, you're going to die.” Arak pulled his arm free from Zeke's grip and placed his hand on Zeke's forehead. A warm glow emanated from it as his power began to flow into his brother.
    “No, Arak…Caym…” Then Zeke passed out.
    “Shouldn't you have let him talk?” Bale asked quietly.
    “Which is more important?” Arak asked, glancing up from Zeke's supine figure momentarily before moving his hand to cover the wound. “Zeke living or finding a traitor?
    Because I vote for Zeke.”
    Bale nodded slowly, but Arak was not even paying attention to him any longer. As his gaze roamed around the room, he realized someone was missing. “Where is Caym?” he asked, eyes narrowing at Raym.
    Caym was Raym's twin, though not really twins in the human sense. They were mirror images of each other and an anomaly in both Heaven and Hell. For whatever reason, they were the only pair created to do more than just resemble each other.
    “He didn't make it,” Raym snarled. At Penny's gasp, he yanked his arm from her grip and limped off down the hallway.
    “What do you mean he didn't make it?” Bale called, exiting the room and stopping beside Penny.
    Raym had already reached the top of the staircase when he turned and pinned Bale with a glare. “Exactly what I said. He's gone.” He shouldered his way past Levi and stormed down the stairs.
    Penny called his name, running after Raym. Bale turned back to the bedroom. Arak was immersed in healing Zeke, completely unaware of what was occurring around him. But Remy and Kash had heard, and both looked as shocked as he felt.
    “We can't do anything else here,” Remy said, placing a hand on Bale's shoulder.
    Bale watched him follow after Raym. Glancing back at Kash, who still stood beside the bed, he shook his head wearily.
    “What the hell is going on?” Kash asked, his voice raw and his gaze pleading.
    “I don't know,” Bale whispered. He reluctantly dragged his gaze from the bed where Zeke lay motionless and forced his feet to follow Remy. The only way to get answers was to begin piecing together the puzzle, and Raym possessed a huge chunk of it.

    * * * *
The males wandered back into the great hall, all but Raym.