Patients

Hines was in Joanna’s head and knew precisely what was going on out there on the lawn behind the asylum. When the blue-haired woman who’d helped take out Perses arrived, he began to curse under his breath. He should’ve left hours ago. Now, they would waltz into his facility and reclaim his playthings before he even had a chance to see whether or not his serums would work.

“What do you want me to do, Doctor?” Joanna asked. She was peering through a pair of binoculars from an upstairs window and saw Larkin organizing his troops on the other side of the moat. Hines could see just fine using his telepathy.

He was pacing back and forth in the same library where he’d found the book, the ancient text that gave him hope that this wasn’t all for not. Asteria had taken that damnable baby upstairs with her, and he could hear her scurrying around, cursing, followed by a crash of furniture now and again. He knew she’d be of l