Ben Sadler had a deep puncture wound from a harpy claw in his shoulder, and more than a few nasty scratches. He didn’t need surgery, but he did require more medical attention than Yasha’s first-aid kit could handle. Increased danger plus serious injury meant we’d be taking Ben home with us. At SPI, we weren’t encouraged to bring friends home to headquarters for sleepovers, but I was sure Mom would be willing to make an exception. One, he was the new kid on the freaky ability block. Two, Viktor Kain thought he was involved with the theft of his diamonds and had looked at him like he was the meat entree on the midnight dragon buffet. Three, whoever had masterminded that robbery was treating the diamonds and Ben Sadler like a matched set they didn’t want to break up. They also weren’t averse to that harpy poking a few holes in him—and killing us—to get what they wanted. SPI’s resident doctor was presently taking care of Ben, who was still conveniently unconscious from the drug Ian had given him.
