Morgan couldn’t help herself. As the Abbot walked behind the altar to stand in front of the door, she ran to Camara. The monk behind her brought up his sword, but the Abbot raised a hand to stop him as Morgan bent to the prone figure.
She had never met the professor before, but Camara was only here because ARKANE had involved her in the mission. As Morgan touched the professor’s neck and checked for a pulse, she was determined that Dr Mbaye would make it out of here.
There was a faint beating under her fingertips.
She sighed with relief. Camara had been tortured, the bloody marks on her body and bruised face were testament to that, but at least she was alive.
The Abbot smiled at her efforts. “Oh, don’t worry, my child. I would never have killed her. She’s an offering to the Garden she
