CHAPTER 45
Devan's plane arrived in Seacouver a little after noon. He was anxious to take his revenge and
directed Jack Reynolds, who had been Mitchell's contact, to drive him to the hospital where Beth
was a patient.
Reynolds had known Blake Mitchell before he found out he was immortal, and the two remained
close. It was Mitchell who had introduced him to Asher Devan. He wanted a way to capitalize
on what he knew and what his loyalty to them could get for him.
Now he wondered what he'd gotten himself into. Devan appeared to be more obsessed with his
revenge against the woman who helped send him to prison, than his plans to acquire wealth and
power for all of them. And now because of it … Mitchell was dead. He knew he would have to
proceed very carefully to make sure he didn't become the next casualty.
"Her room is there." He pointed to the third floor. "Second window from the end."
The glare of the afternoon sun reflected off the glass as he looked up at it, willing her to come to
the window … willing her to see him there … willing her to tremble in fear.
"We should get out of here." Reynolds advised, looking around. "One of them could come by
anytime … "
Devan nodded and got into the car. It was time to make his plan … and then … he would be
back for her … yes, he would be back.
When they arrived at the warehouse flat Reynolds had leased for their use, Devan was impatient
to begin. He couldn't get over the luck this woman had. Of all the places she could have run …
she runs here … and she falls into a group of immortals intent on protecting her. How that could
have happened he didn't know. But he wasn't going to let it stop him. No … he would take care
of them one by one if he had to. He was going to get to Leandra one way or another, and a fight
or two really only made the chase more interesting.
"These arrived right before I left for the airport." Reynolds said, bringing Devan a large white
envelope. "They are the photos from the gala … Mitchell paid the photographer for copies that
night.
Devan opened the package and began going through the photos.
"That's Richie Ryan … the one that was seen at the beach the night Mitchell died." He told him.
"And that's Claudia Jardine … doesn't even carry a sword that we can tell." He added.
Devan set the photos aside and continued. "This must be Duncan MacLeod … I've heard many
things about him … and he will be the most difficult to take." He turned another photo. "And who
is this?" he asked, looking at the photo of the striking blonde.
"Her name is Amanda … she is close to MacLeod … and has taken more than her share of
heads according to my sources." Reynolds added. "And the last one … the man dancing with
Leandra Ralston … he's Adam Pierson, no one knows much about him … that is why we thought
he must be new to the game."
Devan grinned, hardly registering what the man was telling him. Amanda looked like she had a
lot of spirit. He wouldn't mind getting to know her … for awhile anyway. He looked at the photo a
few more seconds and then turned to the last one and muttered an expletive of surprise Reynolds
did not understand.
"Raphael." Devan whispered as he studied the photo of the couple dancing. The immortal who
had been responsible for his 150 year entombment was right there … in full color … dancing with
Leandra, her head tucked against his shoulder.
Reynolds watched as Devan's expression began to change, and when the man burst out in the
kind of laughter one would expect of a lunatic, he thought long and hard about getting as far away
from this man as he could. Something wasn't right about him … but he was afraid he was
learning it all too late.
"Ahhh my sweet Leandra" Devan said as he continued to laugh. "I owe you more than you will
ever know."
Devan's plane arrived in Seacouver a little after noon. He was anxious to take his revenge and
directed Jack Reynolds, who had been Mitchell's contact, to drive him to the hospital where Beth
was a patient.
Reynolds had known Blake Mitchell before he found out he was immortal, and the two remained
close. It was Mitchell who had introduced him to Asher Devan. He wanted a way to capitalize
on what he knew and what his loyalty to them could get for him.
Now he wondered what he'd gotten himself into. Devan appeared to be more obsessed with his
revenge against the woman who helped send him to prison, than his plans to acquire wealth and
power for all of them. And now because of it … Mitchell was dead. He knew he would have to
proceed very carefully to make sure he didn't become the next casualty.
"Her room is there." He pointed to the third floor. "Second window from the end."
The glare of the afternoon sun reflected off the glass as he looked up at it, willing her to come to
the window … willing her to see him there … willing her to tremble in fear.
"We should get out of here." Reynolds advised, looking around. "One of them could come by
anytime … "
Devan nodded and got into the car. It was time to make his plan … and then … he would be
back for her … yes, he would be back.
When they arrived at the warehouse flat Reynolds had leased for their use, Devan was impatient
to begin. He couldn't get over the luck this woman had. Of all the places she could have run …
she runs here … and she falls into a group of immortals intent on protecting her. How that could
have happened he didn't know. But he wasn't going to let it stop him. No … he would take care
of them one by one if he had to. He was going to get to Leandra one way or another, and a fight
or two really only made the chase more interesting.
"These arrived right before I left for the airport." Reynolds said, bringing Devan a large white
envelope. "They are the photos from the gala … Mitchell paid the photographer for copies that
night.
Devan opened the package and began going through the photos.
"That's Richie Ryan … the one that was seen at the beach the night Mitchell died." He told him.
"And that's Claudia Jardine … doesn't even carry a sword that we can tell." He added.
Devan set the photos aside and continued. "This must be Duncan MacLeod … I've heard many
things about him … and he will be the most difficult to take." He turned another photo. "And who
is this?" he asked, looking at the photo of the striking blonde.
"Her name is Amanda … she is close to MacLeod … and has taken more than her share of
heads according to my sources." Reynolds added. "And the last one … the man dancing with
Leandra Ralston … he's Adam Pierson, no one knows much about him … that is why we thought
he must be new to the game."
Devan grinned, hardly registering what the man was telling him. Amanda looked like she had a
lot of spirit. He wouldn't mind getting to know her … for awhile anyway. He looked at the photo a
few more seconds and then turned to the last one and muttered an expletive of surprise Reynolds
did not understand.
"Raphael." Devan whispered as he studied the photo of the couple dancing. The immortal who
had been responsible for his 150 year entombment was right there … in full color … dancing with
Leandra, her head tucked against his shoulder.
Reynolds watched as Devan's expression began to change, and when the man burst out in the
kind of laughter one would expect of a lunatic, he thought long and hard about getting as far away
from this man as he could. Something wasn't right about him … but he was afraid he was
learning it all too late.
"Ahhh my sweet Leandra" Devan said as he continued to laugh. "I owe you more than you will
ever know."