“Ella. Where is she? Will he hurt her?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“I think she’s safe,” Zee answers as I hungrily drink the packs of blood, feeling it slide down my throat. Gah, that shit tastes so good right now.
“They could probably use some help. I can go back with you,” Dice tells her as he brushes Karma’s hair off her face. She’s stretched out across the couch, still snoring and mumbling.
Dray appears, and I’ve never been so relieved to see anyone in all my life.
“This didn’t work with the blood-starved night stalkers. Let’s hope it works this time,” he says with a frown.
I feel that tickling, tingling feeling, but this time it’s strong, unlike the last time. I breathe in a sigh of painless relief, watching in appreciation as the flesh fuses back together, quickly healing as the blood slowly stops slipping from the almost non-existent wound.
After a few more minutes of feeling like tiny ants are crawling all over me, I look down to see my side is fully healed. Dray seems to sigh in relief, but he also looks tired. Too much healing drains him.
“Thanks, Dray. Now I can go track down Roslyn myself.”
“Might want to put on some clothes first,” Dice points out as I stand. “Now get your dark angel ass over here and help my girl,” he adds, his eyes on Dray.
Dray tilts his head, studying Karma.
“Fascinating,” he murmurs to himself as he takes her hand.
“Not sure what’s so riveting about her ability to snore like a pro,” Dice replies dryly.
“No. It’s not that. It’s just… She’s not in any duress. It seems like she just put her to sleep. Almost like a sleeper spell a witch would use. But I thought Zee sent a text saying she was hit by her twin—her demon hybrid twin.”
Dice’s brow furrows. “She was.”
Deciding I’m more interested in finding Roslyn than hearing about Kya’s powers, I head to my room, toss on some clothes, and grab a motherfucking anointed crossbow.
If I see that creature god son of a bitch, this will help even out the score.
“You care if I go with you?” Zee asks.
I turn, looking over my shoulder to see him propped against the doorjamb. Tonight, he had control of his shit, even though I could tell he was holding back.
“Why didn’t you kill them when you had the chance?”
He shrugs. “They didn’t seem like they were trying to kill us. Mostly they seemed to be trying to keep us from killing one of their own. I think they just feared your girl.”
My girl. My girl the werewolf/witch hybrid that has been killing immortals and draining them almost dry. My girl who has no idea who or what she is.
“I held back, too. But I won’t if they are planning to fucking kill her.”
Turning back around, I pull the sensitive trigger, watching as the arrow shoots out like lightning, thuds against a stud in the wall, and sticks there.
“What are you going to do if we find Roslyn?” Zee asks hesitantly.
“When we find her, I’m going to be the same charming guy she’s gotten to know.”
“Seriously?” he asks, clearly confused.
“She doesn’t remember it when it happens.” Pulling the arrow out of the wall, I turn to face him. “And I’ll be damned if she finds out before we figure out a way to get this fucked up spell off her.”
He snorts out a laugh before shaking his head. “Looks like she’s more your type than any of us realized.”
Yeah, and I can’t wait to see the animal side of her once it’s leashed and under her control.