Blake shrugged. “I don’t know about all that. I just know I have a connection to the little ones, and I want them to be at peace. Shona does, too, which is why she usually finds them and sends them my way.”
King chose that moment to walk into the room, took one look at them, and shut the door behind him. “You’re ready.” It wasn’t a question. He gestured toward the pair of them. “Let’s go.”
Blake toed off his shoes so he’d be more comfortable and pulled off his shirt and handed it over. Derek took it like he’d been doing it for years, folded the shirt, and placed it with the tablet on the counter behind him. Blake settled back into the chair and pushed the button so it would recline until he was in the perfect spot. A little more wiggling and adjusting to get his back lined up perfectly with the opening, and he was set. And that’s when he noticed the big two-handed claymore King carried. He hated that sword.