Sorceress Hunting (A Gargoyle and Sorceress Tale Book 3) by Lisa Blackwood

stood over the unconscious Medical
Technician hoping the male would wake up.
    Surely one that was awake would prove much more
interesting. He gave the human a nudge with his muzzle.
    Nothing.
    Greenborrow had ordered him to stay and watch the
human so the leshii, Darkness, and River could track Major Resnick’s convoy,
and provide distractions to slow it so Lillian could keep pace.
    Shadowlight would have loved to have taken part, but
he was also pleased the leshii trusted him enough to have him watch this
unconscious human.
    The duty was one he’d gladly fulfill any other day.
Unfortunately, it was keeping him from other duties today.
    It had been a number of hours since he’d given his
blood to the female warrior he’d found in the forest. By now, his gargoyle
blood would have finished ridding her of the Riven taint, or it would have
killed her. She was a fighter. He thought she’d survive his blood, but in her
present weakened condition, the elements might be enough to kill her.
    Worry gnawed at his belly. He glanced down at the
unconscious male at his feet.
    By the look of it, this human would sleep for some
hours yet. Shadowlight knew he was not overly far from where he’d stashed his
rescued human. If he ran quickly, he could be there and back in a relatively short
time. The male human at his feet would be safe enough for now. He scented no
predator nearby. All the activity on the road had driven everything else off
long since.
    Yes, he was certain it was for the best to check on
his pet human. The one at his feet didn’t need him.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    The vehicle Gregory rode in came to an abrupt halt.
The other passengers exited and he followed their example, allowing himself a
swift glance around at the other vehicles, military personnel, tall fences, and
numerous buildings. All of the above looked to have doubled or tripled in
numbers since he’d last laid eyes on this place.
    A sense of alert wariness hung in the air. The
deceptive calm was like a banked fire just waiting for more fuel to burst into
life once again.
    Gregory silently admired their readiness. They
couldn’t have had much in way of peaceful rest in the day since the Siren and
the Riven had clashed here in this land.
    The humans had lost a number of their own in the
battle—a battle the humans wouldn’t have understood because to them magic, be
it good or evil, was nothing more than myth and legend.
    But now they knew something dangerous was in the woods
with them.
    He could only imagine their confusion. Many of their
patrols had come back, the signs of battle clear upon their bodies, but no
memory of what had transpired, because he and the other Fae had taken that from
them.
    Not for the first time, he wondered if he might have
made a mistake with that decision.
    However, there was no time to dwell on it now—the
others were dispersing to their assigned tasks. So too must he.
    Gregory sought the bundle of memories he’d borrowed
from the human whose likeness he now wore. He sifted through them until he
found what he needed. The way to the labs.
    He reached his destination—some kind of portable
building complex—without incident. Inside he found three other humans already
crammed into the tight work areas. He made his way over to the only open
workstation. Relying on his borrowed memories, he quickly popped open the two
cases he’d brought with him.
    The blood belonging to the magic wielders was easy
enough to spot—it possessed a slight glow. One he could see, but not something
a human could discern with the naked eye. Once he located the ones he wanted, a
small touch of magic mirrored the markings from each vial onto the
corresponding Coven-collected samples.
    With Lillian’s immediate family done, he moved on to
other Coven members, finding them in the sea of blood samples by the trace of
magic present in them. This part took longer since some of these ones were at
the other technicians’ stations.
    A touch of concealment