“She needs blood. We have to take her to the hospital,” Echo stated, and I looked at her with a grim face. I knew she was right.
“Sweetheart, I just realized I never got your name.” I scooped up the woman and held her in my arms, resting her head on my chest.
“Lisa.” She whispered so low I strained to hear. We were running out of time.
“Let’s go.” Echo was right behind me as I walked out of the bar. With a quick finger flick toward the door, it locked.
“Handy,” Echo murmured and walked over to an all-black classic Camaro, then opened the door for me to put Lisa in.
“A girl after my own heart.”
Little did she know I too was a fan of old muscle cars.
In fact, in the parking lot behind the bar was my very own version of her car—but mine is red. Built it from a rust bucket to the perfection it was now. The pro section of the Echo-and-me list just kept on growing.
She drove us to the hospital without much delay; people weren’t really out and about this late on a Wednesday.
“What are we going to tell them? Can’t exactly say she was sliced open, and I healed her. I don’t want that kind of attention,” I told her, and truly I didn’t. Something like this would attract the attention of my coven, and I was happy with them doing their thing and me doing mine.
“I know a girl that works there. She’s helped me out on a few occasions.” Echo pulled into the parking lot, and we got the girl out. I carried her into the hospital, ready for whatever fate had planned for me tonight.
