Page 47 of Cruel Revenge
Landon nodded once more, then laid down, watching Shamus cry over his daughter’s body.
There was a small hole in her forehead.
Heath let it continue for nearly three minutes, then stepped forward and put a hand on Shamus’s shoulder.
“Let’s get her home,” he whispered. “Then you can have the night to grieve. We’ll get you the time.”
Shamus nodded, choked back the cries, and moved away from his daughter’s body. Heath reached down, lifting the young woman from the ground, keeping the cover over her for privacy. He would give her dignity.
She was the bravest of young women. She walked into a deli as a human to meet a werecat without any sort of idea how it could go. She protected her brother while witches sniffed around the pack. She was smart, studying for science degrees most of the pack couldn’t understand. She was full of smiles and laughter for everyone and had a sense of right and wrong that never failed her.
She had fought for her pack.
He would take her home.
He put her in his back seat and allowed Shamus to sit in the passenger seat again.
Landon waited at the restaurant until Dirk came out.
“Take the comms truck back to the packhouse,” he told Dirk. “We’re going home now.”
“Okay. I have their camera footage. Left no copies unless they have an external server or a cloud I missed. I didn’t want to spend too much time in there. The scent of magic is strong throughout the entire building.”
“It is what it is. We’ll come back later once the BSA has scared off everyone else,” Heath said softly. He got into his truck, Landon jumping into the back, and left.
18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Jacky. Jacky, it’s time for you to wake up for me.”
The words sank through the blackness of sleep, bringing with them a warm glow. A warm caress on my cheek complemented the glow.
My eyes popped open as I realized I was conscious.
“There you are,” Subira whispered next to me, her face close to mine.
I blinked several times as I tried to figure out what space I was in, a small spike of anxiety with it. Once I realized it was my own room, the anxiety left. Subira was in bed with me, over the covers.
“You’re cleaned up and dressed. The healing went well. You just need to move and stretch now, and you should be right as rain in the next few hours.”
Healing?
I rubbed my face, my entire body aching as I moved my arm.
Why did I need…
“Carey!” I said, shooting up, wildly tossing my blanket off. Two powerful and tiny hands grabbed me, holding me in place.One of my arms, another on my shoulder. I was trapped. Not before I could get out of bed, though.
“We know. You have to stay calm.”
“Carey is gone!” I said, my breathing growing rapid, my chest tightening. I struggled to get away from the grip, but all of her thousands of years made Subira, a small woman, much more powerful than me. “She’s gone, Subira. They took her! We have to?—”
“We’re already working on it, but there’s nowhere you can run right now that would help anyone, including Carey,” she said, her small hands keeping me in place with ease.
“How long? We’re losing time!” I said, struggling with all my might.
“It’s been four hours,” Subira said softly. “We were only fifteen, maybe twenty minutes late. Right now, there’s a lot on our plates and things we have to talk about.”
