It rang.
Then rang again.
Ten more times.
No one answered.
Quentin bit his lip as Grevin’s voicemail kicked in.
Damn.
“We know he was able to call you a few minutes ago, so he must still be alive.”Jaks gave Quentin’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
He threw the phone onto the bed and got up.“I’m going over there.”
“I’ll come with.”Jaks slid out of bed before Quentin could protest.Not that he was going to.If a demon escaped Grevin’s control, he preferred to have a kickass vampire by his side.Who knows what Grevin could’ve summoned?
He winced when the icy wood floor contacted his bare feet.Shivering, he dressed in his best demon-battling outfit of worn jeans and a cozy long-sleeved shirt.If his current life choices continued, he might have to consider getting a badass outfit and a personal soundtrack to complete his hero entrance.If nothing else, it would make Jaks laugh and maybe drool a little.
Either would be good.
They dressed in silence.Quentin made sure to grab a selection of preprogrammed spell orbs.Better to be overprepared than overwhelmed.
“Are those the improved ones?”Jaks nodded at the orbs.
“Yeah, stronger containment ones and a new prototype I just finished.”
“What does it do?”
Quentin smiled, flattered that Jaks showed genuine interest in his work.“It sets things on fire once activated.”
“That could be dangerous.”Jaks frowned.“You don’t want to start a wildfire.”
He shook his head.“It’s magical fire.Since it’s linked to my magic, once activated, it will obey my will.”
Jaks frowned.“Why did you create those?”
“I’m testing how to bind different elements into my spheres.These are good for taking down zombies.I doubt they’ll do much against demons since most of them have fire-based magic, but it depends on the entity.I haven’t figured out how to create ice-based ones yet.”
Ignoring his lover’s scowl, Quentin shoved the orbs into his messenger bag along with a bottle of water he’d pulled from the fridge.Thinking about a possible battle, he also grabbed three packs of blood.He didn’t know how long they would be out, and he couldn’t let Jaks feed from him if Quentin was using magic—one of the few drawbacks of a vampire dating a magic user.
“You’re keeping spare blood around now?”Jaks raised his eyebrows at Quentin’s provisions.
“Mother suggested I should store some of my blood for emergencies.I don’t know what we are going into, and if you are injured, I want to be prepared.”
“Who extracted it?”Quentin tried not to laugh at Jaks’s jealous tone.
“A nurse from the hospital, after Mother told her what it was for.I don’t have a lot, but it is in magical stasis and should stay fresh for a few months.”
“Nice.I’m not much for drinking out of bags if I can avoid it.I much prefer tapping straight from the source,” Jaks leered.
“I prefer you doing that too.”Jaks’s feeding from him always led to more pleasurable pursuits.“But if we’re fighting, I won’t have the blood to spare.”
“I’m hoping you being in the middle of things will be a rare event,” Jaks said, scowling.
“Yeah, me too.”Unfortunately, lately, fighting had been more the norm than the exception.This was an alarming trend since Quentin wasn’t a great fighter and was more of a liability than an asset in a vampire battle.
Hence the fireballs.
