we didn’t need to talk about it. I walked over to Jared and kissed his forehead before sitting next to him and grabbing the first aid kit.
The graze wound from the silver bullet slowly healed, but needed to be sterilized and bandaged to prevent infection. I hated silver. It made me heal like a human and those carefree days were long behind me. I saw the shadow of a smile cross Jared’s lips, before he helped me apply the peroxide and bandage.
I shut my mind off from Jared, a trick I learned from hanging around Damian, before I let my mind wander. I knew what had to be done. The BMC would never give up until Monique and I died, and probably everyone else once Rose found out about her dragon. If I convinced Rose that I killed the dragon, then she might leave everyone alone. What about Monique ? I still didn’t know how to protect the witch and her offspring. I could try to barter with Rose, but I didn’t have anything she wanted. Dez said that Rose couldn’t touch the babies. I sighed, pretending the burn of the peroxide irritated me and not my predicament. Rose would kill everyone just to get to me and I couldn’t allow that.
As soon as I could get away, I’d go to Haven and give myself over to the Blood Moon Corporation. I saw no other choice.
Jared and I went down to Malevolent Dead. Damian had just about cleared the dance floor, assigning Donavan’s Weres their rooms until the danger passed. I received some angry looks from the Clan as I walked over to where Dez stood on Damian’s right. I didn’t blame them. They had been a happy Clan until I arrived.
Damian looked at me with his mouth open to ask a question, when a lavender haze appeared in the middle of the dance floor. The Weres scattered as the haze thickened. The air around us grew heavy until we heard an audible pop.
The haze cleared to show Amythist Dyier standing on the dance floor, wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt rather than the ninja cat-suit she had been wearing earlier. She smiled at Dez as he walked over to her. I saw something small and round in his hand. They spoke too low for us to hear, but I could easily read the smile on Amy’s face; Dez gave her the symbol of Khor that she needed.
The tension in the room relaxed as Amy and Dez shook hands, and the Weres returned to getting their room assignments from Damian. I glanced over at Jared, but saw that he was busy talking shop with T.D. at the bar. This was my moment.
I went back up toward my room, passing by a couple of Weres as I went, and hurried to the little known emergency exit that would let me out in the alley next to the club. The October air would have been cold if I had been human, but as a Were the air felt cool and inviting. I walked down Market Street, blending in with the humans taking in the night life. I sensed vampires nearby and knew that they patrolled the area for Damian. By the time they recognized me and reported my whereabouts to Damian I would already be at Haven. It was too late for anyone to do anything now.
As I turned onto East Battery Street I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders. The BMC wouldn’t hurt anyone else if I turned myself in. It was the perfect solution even though I knew that it guaranteed my death.
Haven was a beautiful building with one half circular and the other rectangular. Large windows with sweeping balconies looked out over the Charleston Harbor. Palm trees stood tall on the edge of the sidewalk and I felt surprised to see not a single light on. Even the porch light wasn’t lit. I glanced around before opening the gate and walking up to the front door. I had expected Rose to be here and feared the worst. I should turn around and return to Malevolent Dead, just in case she decided to come after Damian and the Weres herself, but I felt a pull to the house. I picked the lock and let myself inside.
Haven was eerily quiet on the inside, and I wondered belatedly where the shifter that lived here was. Did Rose order her out
The graze wound from the silver bullet slowly healed, but needed to be sterilized and bandaged to prevent infection. I hated silver. It made me heal like a human and those carefree days were long behind me. I saw the shadow of a smile cross Jared’s lips, before he helped me apply the peroxide and bandage.
I shut my mind off from Jared, a trick I learned from hanging around Damian, before I let my mind wander. I knew what had to be done. The BMC would never give up until Monique and I died, and probably everyone else once Rose found out about her dragon. If I convinced Rose that I killed the dragon, then she might leave everyone alone. What about Monique ? I still didn’t know how to protect the witch and her offspring. I could try to barter with Rose, but I didn’t have anything she wanted. Dez said that Rose couldn’t touch the babies. I sighed, pretending the burn of the peroxide irritated me and not my predicament. Rose would kill everyone just to get to me and I couldn’t allow that.
As soon as I could get away, I’d go to Haven and give myself over to the Blood Moon Corporation. I saw no other choice.
Jared and I went down to Malevolent Dead. Damian had just about cleared the dance floor, assigning Donavan’s Weres their rooms until the danger passed. I received some angry looks from the Clan as I walked over to where Dez stood on Damian’s right. I didn’t blame them. They had been a happy Clan until I arrived.
Damian looked at me with his mouth open to ask a question, when a lavender haze appeared in the middle of the dance floor. The Weres scattered as the haze thickened. The air around us grew heavy until we heard an audible pop.
The haze cleared to show Amythist Dyier standing on the dance floor, wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt rather than the ninja cat-suit she had been wearing earlier. She smiled at Dez as he walked over to her. I saw something small and round in his hand. They spoke too low for us to hear, but I could easily read the smile on Amy’s face; Dez gave her the symbol of Khor that she needed.
The tension in the room relaxed as Amy and Dez shook hands, and the Weres returned to getting their room assignments from Damian. I glanced over at Jared, but saw that he was busy talking shop with T.D. at the bar. This was my moment.
I went back up toward my room, passing by a couple of Weres as I went, and hurried to the little known emergency exit that would let me out in the alley next to the club. The October air would have been cold if I had been human, but as a Were the air felt cool and inviting. I walked down Market Street, blending in with the humans taking in the night life. I sensed vampires nearby and knew that they patrolled the area for Damian. By the time they recognized me and reported my whereabouts to Damian I would already be at Haven. It was too late for anyone to do anything now.
As I turned onto East Battery Street I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders. The BMC wouldn’t hurt anyone else if I turned myself in. It was the perfect solution even though I knew that it guaranteed my death.
Haven was a beautiful building with one half circular and the other rectangular. Large windows with sweeping balconies looked out over the Charleston Harbor. Palm trees stood tall on the edge of the sidewalk and I felt surprised to see not a single light on. Even the porch light wasn’t lit. I glanced around before opening the gate and walking up to the front door. I had expected Rose to be here and feared the worst. I should turn around and return to Malevolent Dead, just in case she decided to come after Damian and the Weres herself, but I felt a pull to the house. I picked the lock and let myself inside.
Haven was eerily quiet on the inside, and I wondered belatedly where the shifter that lived here was. Did Rose order her out
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