Lark silently commanded herself to fight the urge to shake and scream at the body she cradled. When he had started convulsing, Lark instinctively held onto him. When another dozen or so Spur Corps members surged into the room, she glared at them.
“No! Don’t touch him!” she screamed, hunching her body around the man she was now certain she had once known as Sterling. His eyes had been unfocused, crazed, but those beautiful gray orbs belonged to her second brother.
The protective ring of guards took a step back. She had never been so desperate in her life. Conan yelled for Raphael. The air seemed to crackle with electricity. Sterling’s strong body had started to calm down. He still struggled internally with something, but he had settled with his head in her lap, arms locked around her arm.
