Fate Of The Minotaur (Her Dragon's Bane 5) Read Free

this?” she asked, sounding offended. One of the other women glared at her. Sybil saw it all, because when you aren’t noticed by anyone, you tend to notice so much more yourself. And Sybil saw everything.
    “Tara, stop playing games now and tell us what you know,” the other woman said.
    “Listen, I haven’t seen it all, Charlotte. But yes, I knew Fin had to come here. He had work to do.”
    “All that time I spent persuading you. And you had already made up your mind?” Charlotte said testily.
    “I couldn’t make it too easy, or else you would have got suspicious.”
    “Enough!” shouted the superior man.
    “Dòmhnall.” Tara turned to him, trying to appease him. “This is important.”
    “Then tell us where the gargoyles came from and why they are hunting this woman.”
    Sybil looked at Tara, firstly because she wanted to know the answers, but also because it seemed this woman was a seer too. Who also held secrets. It made Sybil feel more normal than she ever had in her entire life. She was not the only one who could see the future; she was not the only freak.
    “The gargoyles are from the vampires in Hollowton.”
    Sybil felt the room spin. Vampires . The vampires were after her. Her blood ran cold and seemed to still in her body. She didn’t know anything about vampires, other than what she knew from movies, and that was made up. But if they were even half as bad as the movie vampires were, she was in trouble.
    “Why?” Sybil asked in a voice so quiet it might almost have been a whisper of the wind.
    All eyes on her again; she wanted to hide away from their eyes, from their enquiring looks. She had spent so long being a nobody. This was not the way she wanted to become a somebody.
    “Tara?” Dòmhnall asked once more.
    “They want something you have,” Tara answered.
    “Which is?” Dòmhnall pressed, his voice filling with agitation.
    Sighing, Tara revealed the secret Sybil had kept to herself all these years. “She sees things.”
    “So she is a seer. Like you.”
    “No. Not like me,” Tara said shortly.
    “Explain.”
    “I don’t know. I can’t see what she sees. But a certain vampire wants her because he thinks she can tell him something he really needs the answer to.”
    “You mean, like attacking us?”
    Tara stood still for a moment and her eyes became misty. She obviously had some control of her gift, whereas Sybil’s gift controlled her. For Sybil, there was nothing quite as disorienting as standing in a queue with your groceries and then finding you had zoned out for five minutes. There were many reasons why she hid away from the world.
    “No, this isn’t to do with that. The vampire who wants Sybil wants something else.”
    “What?” asked the man who had rescued her.
    “I don’t know, Fin. It’s not clear. The vampires are so much harder to read. I’ve been trying, but I think it’s because they aren’t actually alive.”
    Sybil shuddered at that thought. Did they suck blood: if the gargoyles had caught her and taken her to this vampire, would he have turned her? Her face paled at the thought. She wanted to get out of here, return to her little cottage, and pretend none of this was happening. When she searched the room for her nearest escape route, her eyes met the man who had rescued her, but he quickly turned away. Why was he afraid of her?
    “So, what exactly do you see?” Dòmhnall asked, his strong gaze boring into her.
    Sybil shrank away. She wasn’t used to being talked to, no, commanded, like this. “Nothing.”
    “Don’t lie, child,” he said, coming closer. Her rescuer moved too, he would protect her if he needed to, she could tell by his face. But she didn’t want them fighting over her.
    “I just see images. I try to ignore them, hoping they will stop.”
    “They won’t stop,” said Tara, more gently this time. “They never stop. You have to find a way of using them to your advantage.”
    “There is no advantage,” Sybil said, her eyes