Jules’s shirt was soaked with blood and worse, the healing runes she’d drawn had vanished from his skin. They weren’t working. “Jules,” she said. “I have to call the Silent Brothers. They can help you. I have to.” His eyes screwed shut with pain. “You can’t,” he said. “You know we can’t call the Silent Brothers. They report directly to the Clave.” “So we’ll lie to them. Say it was a routine demon patrol. I’m calling,” she said, and reached for her phone. “No!” Julian said, forcefully enough to stop her. “Silent Brothers know when you’re lying! They can see inside your head, Emma. They’ll find out about the investigation. About Mark—” “You’re not going to bleed to death in the backseat of a car for Mark!” “No,” he said, looking at her. His eyes were eerily blue-green, the only bright color in the dark interior of the car.
