“Barron, do you want to get her home?” Tempest asked, knowing that she was stable enough to begin reacting, she was stable enough to travel.
Barron looked up at Tempest and she waved her fingers, causing little green wisps to float away from her fingertips.
Barron nodded, “Let’s get her home.”
“We’ll meet you there,” Brandt said.
Tempest wrapped her arms around Bam, Daisy, Barron and Emmalyn. “Nobody let go,” she said, then gathered her mists, and they all faded from sight in a pale green swirl.
“Let’s lock this place up, and get over to Barron’s. Everybody that wants to anyway,” Brandt said.
“You seriously think any of us are going home?” Bane asked.
Chapter 13
Remi paused on the path he was taking through the woods. It was almost too easy to follow. The scent of the roast his target had spilled all over himself in his efforts to either attack Emmalyn, or leave the scene, left a trail a child could follow. Shaking his head at the ineptness of the fool, he sighed at the lack of challenge and started walking again.
Hey, we’re on the way,Havoc sent to Remi through their psychic connection.
Remi’s brow wrinkled.For what?
To help you track this bastard down,Havoc answered.
Definitely not necessary. Tracking this guy is a joke. All you have to do is stick your nose in the air and sniff — follow the smell of pot roast.
Havoc hesitated for a second, then…Oh. Well, want to have some fun before we kill him?
What do you have in mind?
Kiernan and Shawn are with me. Let’s herd him around for a while. Then let’s let him see us shift, then the real chase begins.
Remi snickered to himself.Could be fun. He deserves more than a little cruel and inhuman torture.
Agreed. We’ll be there in a little while.
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Emmalyn was tucked safely in bed, with Barron, Everly, Analise and Bam sitting around the bed, quietly watching her. Since they’d gotten her home and tucked in bed, she seemed to be resting better. No more little whimpers.
Everyone else was in the living room, doing their best to deal with the fact that they’d almost lost one of their own that night. Not to mention the fact that the man responsible was still out there, though he was being hunted by some of their most capable.
Brandt half leaned/half sat on a bar stool, with a beer in his hand.
Tempest was in the kitchen putting things together for everybody to snack on while they waited for news of Emmalyn, or the capture of the man who’d tried to kill her.
“How long are you going to sit there and pretend that you are okay with waiting for everything to play out without you?” Tempest asked.
Brandt looked over at his mate. “Me?”
“Yes, you. You know I’m talking to you.”
“I’m holding the fort down. Making sure everyone here is safe.”
“I know, all the while being antsy because you’re here and not out there.”
“A little, yeah. You’re right. But it’s just one man, they don’t need my help with this,” Brandt said.
“Showing faith in them,” Tempest said.
