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“You saved my life.”
Christian grew momentarily pensive. “It was only fitting after you saved my soul.”
Arthur frowned at this.
Christian explained. “It was your love, our bond as brothers that finally broke me down enough to seek out the Sanguinists and what they offered, a path to service and redemption for my sins.”
Arthur flashed to the burning church, to the priest in the doorway.
Christian brightened again, straightening his spine. “So I saved your life, and you saved my soul… let’s call it a wash.”
Arthur asked other questions, got some answers, but others were denied him.
He slowly accepted this and the need for such secrets.
Finally, Christian stood. “I must go. You should check into a hotel for a couple of days. I’ll send someone over — someone I trust — to fix your window, to clean up the place.”
In other words, to get rid of the body.
Arthur followed him to the door. “Will I see you again?”
“It’s forbidden,” Christian said, his eyes a mix of sadness and regret. “I’m not even supposed to be here right now.”
Arthur felt a pang that threatened to break his already old heart.
Christian hugged him, gently but firmly. “I’ll always be with you, my brother.” He broke the embrace, placing his palm over Arthur’s heart. “Right here.”
Arthur saw that Christian held something under that palm, pressed to his chest. As his brother removed his hand, a square of stiff paper fell and fluttered toward the floor. Arthur scrambled to catch it, nabbing it with his fingertips.
As he straightened, he found the door open and Christian gone.
Arthur stepped into the hallway, but there was no sign of his brother.
He stared down at what he’d caught, a parting gift from Christian.
It was a black-and-white photo, slightly yellowed, crinkled at the corners. In the background was a rainy pane of glass, and in the foreground two grieving boys gazed into the camera together. Christian held the camera high, and Arthur leaned against him for support, two brothers, blood bonded never to part.
Christian must have carried the old photo all these years.
Now, it was Arthur’s.
To keep now and forever.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
James Rollins is the New York Times bestselling author of thrillers translated into forty languages. His Sigma series has been lauded as one of the “top crowd pleasers” (New York Times) and one of the “hottest summer reads” (People magazine). Acclaimed for his originality, Rollins unveils unseen worlds, scientific breakthroughs, and historical secrets — and he does it all at breakneck speed. Find James Rollins on Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter, and at www.jamesrollins.com.
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