The new vampire didn't know what the words meant but he knew they meant something, like a last prayer. Linc swallowed and glanced at the weak man in his arms then made his eyes stare ahead as he walked to the school. Sure enough there were squeals from the ones who saw. Those who were a little more knowledgable let him pass with nothing more than a nod.
He reached the infirmary. Those who still had healing got to work and rather than leave Nicanor to their fate Lincoln stood to one side, waiting.