Carson smiled as their guests drove up and waited until everyone spilled out of the vehicles. “Hey, just in time.”
“For food, I hope,” drawled Logan, approaching Carson.
“Nope…well at least not right now. I’m on my way to find a zombie…want to join me?”
“Not really.” Logan smirked.
“Did you say a zombie?” asked Hunter, holding Fionn’s hand.
“Something scared Galen and Eamon and I was just on my way to investigate,” Carson said.
“Are they all right?” asked Kieran.
“Yeah…they’re in the house with Remy,” Carson said. “I won’t be gone long…beer and wine are in the backyard, so help yourselves.”
Listening to his spirit, Kieran gasped at what it was telling him. “Macushla,I have to go with Carson.”
“Why...” Logan stopped to listen to his mate’s explanation through their mind link. “Oh shit!”
“What?” asked Carson.
“C’mon, he’s dying,” Kieran implored.
“Who’s dying?” asked Carson, following Logan and Kieran as they stumbled through rows of grapevines.
Spying the prone man, Logan rushed over to him, kneeling down by his side. Pressing his fingers firmly against the side of Lucius’s neck, he felt for a pulse before rolling him over to check for wounds.
Joining his mate, Kieran placed his palm on Lucious’s thigh, drawing out pain buried deep in the vampire’s body.
Standing behind his brother, Carson stared at the pale man, seemingly dead except for the blood-red tears running down his cheeks. “Holy shit!”
“Call Colton!” Logan barked. The man’s pulse was weak, dropping out totally from time to time.
“Helppp…”
“Macushla, he needs blood.”
Putting his phone on speaker, Carson said, “Here…he’s on the phone.”
“What’s up?” Colton asked.
“There’s a man who’s unconscious with a very weak pulse. His skin is pale and cold. We’re in the middle of a vineyard with no medical facility close by. Tell me what to do.”
“Macushla, he needs blood!” Kieran interrupted, anxiously.
“Help…me…please…”
“I understand babe,” Logan said, “but I can’t…”
“Move aside so I can help him,macushla.” Lifting his wrist to his mouth, Kieran sliced it open with one of his fangs before pressing it against the man’s mouth. “He’s a vampire,” he murmured, watching the man’s mouth latch onto him.
“A vampire? What the hell is he doing here?” asked Carson.
“Turn the phone around so I can see him!” demanded Colton.
After complying, Logan said, “I don’t know if you can see it, but it looks like his eyes are crying blood.”
“Fuck! Logan, take over from Kieran. It’s too dangerous for his pup for him to continue. Carson, get ready to follow Logan. We have to stop the bleeding or he’ll die.”
