Chapter 35
Looking for the slayer during the daytime is fucking pointless, but I had to play along.
So here I am, sitting at my desk at the bar, covered in my UV gear, wanting to pull my dick out and jerk off to the picture my witch just sent me.
We haven’t even scratched the surface of all the things I want to do with her. Whatever fantasy she comes up with, I’m happy to play along.
I’m about to send my picture back when a nagging voice infiltrates my thoughts, killing my boner immediately.
“She’s been taken!”Betty screeches in my head.
I can tell that she’s exerted, that she’s flying hard, she struggles with daytime flight, but whatever is happening, she’s doing her best.
“What are you saying?”
“She…she was out in the garden and suddenly three figures took her. One vampire, two humans. I’m tracking their van now.”Betty pants like she’s out of breath.“They’re driving so fast, War. They’re headed west.”
“Do your best to keep up. I’m on my way.”
I pull out my phone and message Achille and Samantha together, giving a rundown of what’s happening and that I need them immediately.
Instead of waiting for a vehicle, or worrying about what might happen to me, I pull the protective hood over my face and I run like I’ve never run before.
I head to the only roads that lead west, but even my energy has bounds. After about twenty miles, I’m starting to fade and have to take a break. All I want to do is rip this mask off and scream into the fucking sun.
She can’t be gone. What was I thinking, letting her roam the house while no one is there? I thought what? That the Slayer would hold up their end of the bargain? That with Conner dead, there wasn’t a threat? She’ll never be truly safe. It’s the reason I stayed away for so long.
My sunshine, my beautiful Ember, what have I condemned her to?
I’m about to collapse on this highway, take my clothes off and give myself what I deserve when a SUV pulls up, three familiar faces inside.
“You’re so fucking dramatic. Get in. Sebastian has a tracker on Joyce. We know where they’re going,” Samantha says, annoyed, like I’m being ridiculous. “You’d know if she was dead, Warin, god. Get in!” she screams at me and I agree.
“I knew she was pissed, I didn’t think she’d go fucking rogue,” Sebastian seethes. “I’m sorry, War?—”
I don’t let him finish as I grab his jacket getting into his face.
“I will kill your entire fucking council if she’s harmed. I’ll figure out how to summon slayers and I’ll make as many as I can to kill every single last one of our kind. Then I’ll walk into the sun, hoping that maybe even for a moment I’ll be reunited with her.”
Sebastian tilts his head.
“She’s your blood mate?” he questions, not even seeming threatened by me.
Achille drives like he’s in a supervillain movie, our bodies shifting as he rushes to save Ember.
I glance over at Samantha. “You told him?” I say, my heart breaking over her betrayal.
“No, idiot. You’ve been so far up your own ass, you haven’t been paying attention. Sebastian’s mine, that’s why he knows,” she says, seemingly shy.
“What?”
Samantha shrugs. “I thought he was hot, and I don’t know that maybe fucking the head honcho might be a good thing for us, and well, one thing led to another and we tasted each other’s blood and it was like this cosmic revolutionary thing. Why do you think he left Ember alone and sent the council away?”
I blink at my progeny, and she lets out an irritated groan.
“You told him to?” I ask, glancing at Sebastian.
“Yeah, she asked me to, so I did. Fuck, you think I enjoy being in charge of these self-centered pricks? I’ve been longing for something else, and that thing is Samantha. You mean something to her, so when I say I’m on your side, I mean it. I want you to get your mate back and I’ll deal with the council,” Sebastian says.
