“They have a scent.” His nose goes in the air.
“Fuck,” I say, watching the veins around his eyes pulse.
“Can you smell that?”
“No, we all say in unison.”
“Emmett?” Jax asks.
Emmett’s fangs drop.
“Emmett!” Callum commands, using his alpha voice.
He snaps out of whatever trance he’s in. His fangs retract, and his eyes settle on Callum. “It’s her and my Goddess. Her blood.”
“She’s bleeding?” I ask, worried.
He smells the air again and frowns. “It’s gone. It was just right there, but now it’s gone.”
The pain in his voice matches the pain on his face. I’m not sure, but that may have been the first time he’s smelled blood and craved it since Samara took his bloodlust and general desire to feed from him. If that’s the case, then maybe Everlee is a true fae and can help us. But if that’s the case, then I’m sure all the other vampires in the area smelled the power on her blood like Emmett did, which means she’s in more trouble than Samara simply wanting her.
“We should go.” I grab Callum’s arm, and he nods, thinking the same thing.
“Are you good, E?” Jax asks.
“Yea.” He pauses, then continues, “Just stop me if I go after her. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“E.” Jax’s face looks torn.
“It’s ok.” Emmett smiles and pats him on the shoulder like two friends who are discussing something trivial.
“You’re going to be fine, Emmett. You can do this and we will be there,” Callum encourages.
“It just smelled…”
“Better than anything you’ve ever smelled? Penetrating the depths of every cell within you?” Callum asks, sounding like he’s speaking from experience.
“Yes,” he sighs in appreciation of the understanding.
“Let’s go.” I dart off down the street and the others follow.
Shifters are fast. Not as fast as vampires, but we won’t be far behind and Emmett is staying with us. A few minutes later, we come to a street full of run-down buildings with storefronts that look like they haven’t seen a patron in years. Doors are partially open, with leaves scattered into the doorways. Old wooden benches line the streets with chipped paint and missing slats, and the overall smell in the area is of death. Effective for keeping mundanes away.
“Do you know where she is?” I ask over my shoulder.
“She’s close,” Callum says, looking at the hair on his arm.
“Someone’s coming.” Jax nods his head in front of us, so we duck to the side of the building that has ‘ockbuster’ in faded paint on the side of the wall.
“Was this a sex store named Cockbuster?” I ask, trying to calm my excitement. “Do you still think they have toys in there?”
“Who needs sex toys when you have the pocket rocket?” Jax jokes.
“Keep it up and my pocket rocket will shoot up in you when you least expect it.”
“You’ll only do it one time. I promise you that.”
“Not if I make you like it.”
