Ariadne winced, looking over at the blackened remains. "I think Kevin may be beyond repair," she admitted, with a depressed sigh. Even her talents had limits. Still, she stood up and moved to stand next to Connor.

She glanced down at her finger. The bleeding had stopped and the prick had been so small that she could barely even see it. As it was, it took her a second to remember where it had been.

Something in the pit of her stomach told her that it had to do with what she'd been through. But, of course, she couldn't prove that.