Celtic Evil: A Fitzgerald Brother Novel: Roarke by Sierra Rose Page A

baby-faced
boy to be a seer and she doubted his brothers did
either.
    “How bad is he?” Kerry was demanding as they
followed the mercenary leader up the hall.
    The eldest had tried a minor surface scan
but only got shoved back by something he had never felt before.
    Cam shifted a look over his
shoulder then opened a door. “You tell me.”
    Expecting the worst by the
call and from the surface power that they were picking up, neither
Kerry nor Mac had prepared them selves for what they walked
into.
    Both men knew this would be
hard as, unlike the rest of them who had had casual contact over
the past fifteen years, Roarke had avoided contact with his
brothers unless totally necessary.
    In fact, Ryan seemed to be the only brother
he had contact with and that was only when businesses meshed.
    “Sweet Mary, this is bloody
well not good,” Mac whispered, stepping in and instantly being
bombarded by the feelings of fear, despair, anger and death.
“Kerry.”
    His brother was looking and not liking what
he was seeing or feeling in the room.
    Their brother, as both
recalled, had been an energetic boy that was always climbing,
jumping, singing or being a typical eleven year old with bright
eyes and black hair always too long.
    The young man lying on this
bed, strapped down to prevent him from hurting either himself or
someone else, was a sickly pale color now and trembling. His voice
that had charmed royalty while singing and fought bitterly in
childish fights with his brothers had turned hoarse from screaming
in his native tongue.
    Sitting beside the bed and holding onto one
clenched fist, Jessica Hadley looked up as they entered and the
strain was clear in her blue eyes.
    “I…I can’t block it out,
Cam,” her British accent tight and her fear was clear. “He was too
weak to start with.”
    Getting a look from his
brother, Mac slowly approached the bed. What he hadn’t admitted to
Maggie was that while he did have a legal license to practice
medicine, he was more attuned to practicing the healing arts
another way.
    Early on, all of them knew each had stronger
abilities in some areas and Mac had found out that his deepest
affinity was in healing.
    It was on this power he
began calling now as he approached the bed, but was careful to
assure the girl of his intentions first.
    All of them had known
Jessica Hadley and her company since they’d been kids and through
the years had stayed in touch. Though Mac knew the young British
woman’s strongest loyalties remained with Roarke.
    “Easy does it, luv. I just
want to see him.” He assured her, voice going to the low, deep and
soothing tone he always used playing medic. But as he got closer he
also sensed something else. “How about we see how bad these are
first.”
    Cameron Young nearly winced
at this but just rolled his eyes. “She may fry him for that,” he
sighed seeing the lanky Irishman slowly reach for the
scarf.
    “What happened?” Kerry asked, knowing the
girl’s injuries wouldn’t have come from his brother.
    “What attacked in New
Orleans tried to take my employer out of the equation early,” Cam
replied grimly, shrugging. “Clearly it doesn’t like
her.”
    Kerry knew this wouldn’t quite be the case
but let that go for now as he approached to see Jessica was trying
to redirect Mac’s attention back to his brother.
    “They’re just bruises. He
needs help now,” she argued, not even aware when some of the pains
went away. “Mac, it’s killing him.”
    “Who’s killing him, darling?” Kerry asked
gently, trying to probe but only getting static and pain.
    Jessica’s eyes shot to his
and she explained about seeing the bird, hearing the wind and what
she’s felt since then. “It’s destroying him, Kerry, and I can’t
block this out. It’s not like the shadow creature in New Orleans
that made him see your mother.”
    That caused both Fitzgerald
brothers to exchange looks. “That’s low,” Mac muttered but did turn
to place a hand on