Dax stuck a hand into his pocket, trying not to look dangerous in a move that nearly had Jasper rolling his eyes. “The plane’s about to blow up,” Dax said shortly.
Jasper nodded. “Yes. No one’s alive, so we’ll take care of that.” That wasn’t exactly true. But the Kurjans would die in the explosion.
Leah finally started to stir on the loveseat.
Jasper walked over and easily picked her up, holding her right where she belonged. His heart warmed, and the beast at his core rumbled a purr. “Just give us a few minutes,” he said.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked, snuggling into his neck.
“I think you have a concussion.” He held her tight. “Hold on. It’s still raining outside.”
He ducked into the blistery storm and jogged to gently place her in the back seat of the car. Then he and Dax made quick work of the plane, splashing accelerant all over the interior and much of the exterior before tossing in a lit match. Jasper then forced himself into the vehicle’s back seat, where he could lift Leah and cuddle her on his lap.
Dax grunted when he folded himself into the front seat and shut the door. “This thing’s too fucking small.”
“I know,” Jasper said, holding his mate and relaxing with her familiar scent.
Dax quickly drove away from the scene and then paused as an explosion rent the day. They all turned to look through the back window to see the plane engulfed in flames and burning high. Another explosion echoed from the fuselage.
“I would’ve liked to have kept that plane,” Dax muttered.
Jasper shook his head. “Too risky. We don’t know what kind of trackers they have on it.”
“There aren’t any trackers anymore,” Dax said with a grin.
“There’s also no Wallace anymore,” Leah said sleepily. “He’s gone.”
Dax started driving again.
Jasper leaned down and kissed the top of Leah’s head. “You get to cross off another name, baby.”
She snuggled closer. “It was the last one. I am so ready for a vacation.”
That was a good thing. “How’s your head?”
“Still swirling around,” she murmured.
He gingerly felt along her arm. “Did you break your arm?”
“I think I dislocated a shoulder,” she said, her lips pinched.
“Ah.” He let his fangs drop and sliced into his wrist. “Here, take some blood.”
“Ew, no,” she said, angling away.
He held the back of her head and shoved his wrist against her mouth. “Take the blood.”
Glaring at him, she gingerly swallowed. Her eyes lit up. She took more of the sustenance, pulling deeply.
He gently removed his wrist. “Not too much. My blood could be overwhelming.”
“Whoa,” she said, her eyes rolling back in her head.
Healing cells instantly lightened the air around her, and her shoulder slid smoothly back in place. The bruises on her head and neck disappeared. She opened her eyes, and they were a startling light brown. “That’s incredible. That’s what you feel like when you heal your body?”
“Yeah,” he said. “The more we’re together, the more you can take my blood. Actually, you should be able to heal yourself on your own someday.”
She looked around the car. “Where are we going?”
