“Are they obeying you?” I ask, warily reverting to my human self as I watch the closest demon blocking my path to Rez.
“They’re Molewights,” JP explains, pointing to his head. “I can hear them.” I’m sure it has something to do with the new tattoo he got that connects him to his father, but I’ll take whatever advantage we can get. He straightens up and pitches his voice low as his eyes slightly glow a brighter auburn, commanding the demons in front of us. “Leave, and do not disturb these grounds again.”
They bow their heads and either scurry back into their dirt graves or crawl over the fence if they are already out of the ground. Once they clear out of the way, I feel the steady thrumming of a strong heart beating next to mine.
Rez.
I move, leaping over broken concrete and trees, and scour the grounds as I follow our link. The only thing I see back here is a few piles of dirt, no Rez.
“There!” Zeke points to the center dirt pile, which is oddly shaped at the top.Fucking Vamp and his better eyesight.Clouds break enough to let the moonlight highlight an arm attached to a body lying atop the pile, as if someone dropped it on top and discarded it.
Desperate, I run, sliding across the mound in my haste but disturbing the body, only to find Rez lying on the other side, resting on her arm unharmed.
How did she end up at the back of the church? Did someone drop her off?
“Thank the Fates,” JP says, briefly closing his eyes.
“They're gone,” Rez whispers.
“What?” Zeke asks, moving some of her hair out of her face.
When did she have time to braid her hair so intricately? And where is her sling?
“Who’s gone, Rez?” Zeke tries to wake her, but she seems to be deep in sleep.
“The Fates,” she whispers.
Screw it. I can’t wait for her to elaborate, pulling her into my arms to ease my instincts. As soon as I feel her against me, I let out a huge breath and press my lips against her forehead.
She’s safe and within my arms now.
I turn to take her inside, only to find JP blocking my way. His eyes wander over Rez like a doctor analyzing a patient.
“She doesn’t seem in pain, but her thoughts are on her… Liliwen?”
“Her birth mom.” I nod. “Maybe she needs sleep, and we can ask her in the morning,” I tell him.
“I think we all do,” Zeke agrees, turning and leading JP and me back to the church.
As we head back, though, we try to decipher what happened with the demons behind the church.
“It’s great that we all agree on getting sleep, but can someone tell me what in this hell just happened with those… What did you call them, JP? Molewights?” Zeke yells, letting his emotions take over, and I growl, warning him to keep his voice down.
“Keep it down, or I’ll make sure she has one less mate to worry about if you wake her up,” I promise as I look down, making sure Kitten is still resting peacefully.
“Sorry,” Zeke apologizes as JP pulls him into his side.
“It’s okay, mon amoureux. You were frustrated about the situation since those demons weren’t zombies since they were coming out of the ground and something you should have been able to control, right?” JP guesses, and when Zeke’s eyes go wide, JP places a sweet kiss on Zeke’s forehead. “Thought so.”
“Man, you know me so well. It’s kinda creepy,” Zeke admits.
“And here I thought it was romantic.” JP laughs, low and deep in his chest, before he runs a hand down his front, “What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t know every little thing about you?”
“A normal one,” I spit. Immediately, I hear a gasp and look over to see JP clutching his chest in mock outrage.
“Well, I’ve never,” he says in a southern drawl.
“Okay, Mr. Never, do you know how those mole things got in here? I thought this place was safe,” I try to bring us back to the topic at hand.
