Minutes later, I spotted the bright umber and sleek lines of my Jaguar F-Type and headed for it.
The car clicked open as soon as I touched the handle courtesy of the keyless entry Liam had had installed. I yanked open the door and slid inside, Connor doing the same on the passenger side.
I stomped down on the brake and hit the ignition.
"Is this wise?" Connor asked calmly. "You realize our enemy could likely pick this car up very easily."
The car purred to life and I punched the drive button. We jolted forward as I bared my teeth in a victorious smile. "Maybe, but they'll have to catch us first."
His eyebrows twitched as if to concede my point.
The car carried us down the street. I took the first right, heading straight for the freeway and theoretical safety as I kept one eye on our surroundings to make sure I didn't accidentally drive us through any portals.
"What were those things?" I asked.
Connor lifted a shoulder, his expression smooth and unruffled. "Fae of some kind."
I shot him a glance when no further answer was forthcoming. "Anything useful you'd like to share?"
"There are many types of Fae. I do not know all of them."
Not exactly what I wanted to hear.
My life was weird, but it usually wasn't this weird.
By now, it was beginning to sink in that someone was after me for reasons unknown. Knowing who they were and what they wanted would go a long way to prolonging my life expectancy.
There was a chance that this was the end of it, that they’d realize I wasn't the easy prey they assumed and would back off.
Something made me doubt I was that lucky.
I turned onto the on ramp for I-70 and shot east.
"We're in luck. I might know something that can help us find out who we're dealing with," I said.
Connor’s gaze landed on the side of my face.
I ignored him as I hit the interchange and took I-71 North towards my apartment.
"Looks like you're going to get what you want after all," I told him after a minute.
He arched an eyebrow at me in question.
I shot him a sidelong grin. "Welcome to the team—for now."
I winced as the pain from smiling reminded me of my face’s encounter with hard brick.
"This is just temporary,” I added.
I was grateful he'd saved me, but I still didn't trust him.
My family, and more than one friend, had accused me of suffering from trust issues and paranoia since my return from the Army. But as recent events had shown, I had very good reasons for both emotions.
"I've proven myself to you?" he asked cautiously.
I lifted my shoulders. "Sure, why not?"
It would be good to have a powerful vampire on my side if there really was an unknown group out there gunning for me.
