The SUV’s taillights went on as we approached, which meant Sam had
slipped into the driver’s seat, forcing me to share the back with Savannah.
Shit. It wasn’t the time for her to play matchmaker. The emotions
flooding me were too intense, and I needed space. That, and I needed to heal
Savannah, and sitting side by side wasn’t going to make that any easier to
deal with.
“Wait.” I turned and stopped Savannah as she approached the SUV. I
placed my hand on the small of her back, and she gasped as I poured a short
burst of healing magic into her. Though it weakened me each time I used it, it
would cure a few of her cuts, and hopefully, her exhaustion.
Her eyes dilated with surprise, and I could smell her undeniable arousal.
“Did you just…heal me?”
“You need to be on your A-game for what’s coming. I could tell you
weren’t.”
Savannah’s eyes turned cold, and the scent of her desire waned. Good. It
was going to be hard enough to think just sitting in the same car as her.
I opened the door for her, and she slipped into the back seat without
sparing me a glance. I kicked Sam out of the front, loaded up, and gunned it
out of the parking lot.
We headed out of town, looking for the place where Savannah had been
picked up. My fists tightened on the wheel at the thought of her hitchhiking
alone, but I pushed it from my mind.
Sam hefted a cheap gym bag onto Savannah’s lap. “I brought you some
spare clothes.”
“Thanks,” she said as she met my eyes in the rearview mirror. “I don’t
think I’ll change right now, but I’d kill for some shoes.”
“There’s a pair of old sneakers.”
I heard a zip as Savannah opened the bag. “Thank God, my feet are
killing me and super gross. You’re a sai
nt, Sam. I owe you…like, a new