บท 126: | European Necromantic Cults

'You worry about his aura,' said Lucy, raising the smock and studying some livid cuts on Jack's bare back. 'I'm more worried about these wounds. And look at this mark on his spine. Lumbar puncture, I'm guessing.'

Sunni frowned. 'Then they extracted cerebrospinal fluid?' When Lucy gave her an approving glance, she shrugged. 'My dad used to be a doctor.'

'He's wolf now,' Ava told Jarvis. 'You have to help him.'

'There is much I have to do,' Jarvis replied coolly. 'But first I must minister to the boy.'

Lucy rolled her eyes. 'And do what? Give him a herb to chew on?'

Her sarcasm seemed lost on Jarvis, who was now dangling some kind of charm over Jack's chest. 'My medicine is best for him now. Great power has been exerted on his nervous system to stop him from struggling.'

'Magic?' Sunni inquired timidly.

'Give me a break, there are needle marks on his arm,' Lucy said. 'Anaesthetic, maybe? Blood samples?'