“You are not drifting off tonight. No, I have special plans for you.”
I can’t help the small whimper that escapes me, and the demon grins in satisfaction.
Chapter Sixty Two
Logan
Startled,Ijerkbacka step, my hands raising. I recognize her immediately. It’s Davina Jacobs, one of Samuel’s murder victims. The young woman stares at me, her eyes furious, as her blood pools at her feet, turning the carpet in my room red.
“You need to hurry,” she speaks urgently.
A tear slides down her face and blood begins trickling from the corner of her mouth as her eyes take on a far-off look. “I just landed an internship at my dream job.”
She blinks, a determined expression hardening her features.
“He took that from me.”
“And he paid with his life. Samuel is dead,” I reply gently.
Davina has fire in her eyes even as blood flows from wounds across her stomach, breasts, arms, and legs. The smell of it permeates the air in my bedroom, and I swallow over the rising nausea.
“But he’s not,” she adds, looking me straight in the eye, unblinking. “I can take you to them, but we must hurry.”
My heart is thumping so loudly in my ears I swear I misheard her. “You know where Salena is?”
Davina nods, her body fading in and out of view like a mirage. Her gaze goes over my shoulder, and I sense someone stepping into the room. I turn and see Sander standing there, his worried expression etched on his face.
“Davina will take us to Salena,” I tell him.
Sander glances around the room, his eyes sweeping the space. I know he won’t see her.
“The dead girl?” he asks uneasily.
“Yes,” I snap, growing irritated.
“We must hurry,” Davina says, appearing in the doorway next to Sander. I feel my eyes widen in surprise as I watch Sander's face pale.
A shiver runs over him as he speaks in a raw, hoarse whisper. “She is right behind me, isn’t she?”
I glance at the ground and my fingers instinctively move to the back of my neck, kneading the tight muscles. “Uh . . . kinda.”
“Great. Well, I came to tell you I called my alpha and luna to help. They will be here any minute.”
“Really? How? Aren’t they in Portland?”
“Yes. Nesrin, my luna, has a sister who can portal them here.”
“Portal . . . ” My voice hangs on the word.
Davina flickers out of sight, and I panic, pushing past Sander and out of the room. My feet pound the stairs of my house into the open living area. I sigh in relief when I see her standing near the front door.
I hear Sander follow me down just as Kai shouts from the kitchen. We race in, and I’m startled by the sight of three unfamiliar people standing there.
There’s a man who matches my size with black hair and green eyes that glow yellow behind the iris. In front of him with a sweet, gentle smile stands a tiny woman with long wavy auburn hair and amber eyes. The woman next to her is taller and has brighter red hair, but you can tell they’re sisters. These must be Sander’s people. Sander confirms it by going up, wrapping his arms around each person in a tight embrace.
The small woman steps forward, her hand landing on my scarred cheek. I don’t flinch or snap, which I think is more of a shock than a stranger touching me. Her palm feels warm and soft, and her eyes seem to see more than I want them too.
“You, Logan, are a good man. Now let’s go and get your woman back,” she says with a look of pure determination on her delicate face.
