Owen could just barely make out the profile of his brother?s face in the dark. They stood side-by-side, their backs pressed to the cold stone wall and their chests pounding hard. His brother?s breathing was less harsh than his, but still loud and haggard enough to be heard over distant sound of shouts and animalistic snarls. The acrid smell of gunfire hung in the air, mixed with the heady thick and coppery taint of freshly spilled blood. Some of that was his own, the odor close to home due to the large cut along his right cheek that had bled mercilessly for a few short seconds before he and Cavan had taken cover behind that wall. His brother had not healed the wound, not really, but he?d stopped the bleeding with a gesture and a short incantation. That didn?t remove the blood that was mixed in with the bristles on his jaw, though, and so he could smell it all the same.
The sounds of their pursuers drew closer and Owen sighed in exasperation. His brother?s eyes seemed to glow for just a moment as he exercised his Sight, and so Owen watched him expectantly.
?They have hounds,? Cavan said, his voice deep with a thick brogue.
?I have ears,? Owen?s voice was quieter than his brothers, softer in nature and contained only a trace of that same brogue.
?Six,? Cavan continued without acknowledging the snarky interruption. ?Six hounds, ten men. Fuck , Owen. Where do we go from here??
Owen adjusted the strap of the black bag that was slung from shoulder to hip and tugged it around to hang in front of him. Quickly, he unzipped the bag and shoved a hand inside and out came a slender metal rod roughly one foot in length along with a talisman fashioned of metal with a seven-pointed star set in a circle. It hung from a strip of leather which he looped around his neck before removing the bag, zipping it up, and shoving it into Cavan?s chest.
?Get to the car, move around the block to the deli. I?ll meet you there.?
?Are you sure?? Cavan asked as he took the bag and slung it around his shoulder.
?There?s enough here for me to work with,? Owen said. ?Just going to stall them. I?ll be right behind you.?
?Be careful, brother,? Cavan said. He clapped Owen on the shoulder, nodded curtly, and then ran off.
A hound zipped right through the doorway to Owen?s left and chased after his brother, but he thrust out with the talisman and sent with it a force of will. The ground under the large dog?s feet shimmered briefly and then changed completely, the cold linoleum tile replaced with thick, wet sand that sucked at the hound?s paws and slowed its progress considerably. Barking sounded behind and in front of him and the clatter of boots was loud in the cavernous hallway just on the other side of that open doorway. Owen sighed, gripping the metal rod tight, and stepped into the hall.
The sounds of their pursuers drew closer and Owen sighed in exasperation. His brother?s eyes seemed to glow for just a moment as he exercised his Sight, and so Owen watched him expectantly.
?They have hounds,? Cavan said, his voice deep with a thick brogue.
?I have ears,? Owen?s voice was quieter than his brothers, softer in nature and contained only a trace of that same brogue.
?Six,? Cavan continued without acknowledging the snarky interruption. ?Six hounds, ten men. Fuck , Owen. Where do we go from here??
Owen adjusted the strap of the black bag that was slung from shoulder to hip and tugged it around to hang in front of him. Quickly, he unzipped the bag and shoved a hand inside and out came a slender metal rod roughly one foot in length along with a talisman fashioned of metal with a seven-pointed star set in a circle. It hung from a strip of leather which he looped around his neck before removing the bag, zipping it up, and shoving it into Cavan?s chest.
?Get to the car, move around the block to the deli. I?ll meet you there.?
?Are you sure?? Cavan asked as he took the bag and slung it around his shoulder.
?There?s enough here for me to work with,? Owen said. ?Just going to stall them. I?ll be right behind you.?
?Be careful, brother,? Cavan said. He clapped Owen on the shoulder, nodded curtly, and then ran off.
A hound zipped right through the doorway to Owen?s left and chased after his brother, but he thrust out with the talisman and sent with it a force of will. The ground under the large dog?s feet shimmered briefly and then changed completely, the cold linoleum tile replaced with thick, wet sand that sucked at the hound?s paws and slowed its progress considerably. Barking sounded behind and in front of him and the clatter of boots was loud in the cavernous hallway just on the other side of that open doorway. Owen sighed, gripping the metal rod tight, and stepped into the hall.