Page 5 of Sylas's Captivating Mate

I just want to get home safely.

Chapter Three

Sylas was standing next to Nash at the front desk of the offices a little after five a.m. when the male’s phone buzzed. While he answered the call, Sylas looked over the security log, where the humans and shifters who worked during the daytime signed in and out, from the cleaners to the daytime staff who ran some parts of the kiss’s business during the day.

His ears pricked at the voice on the other end of Nash’s call. His cat let out a curious sound and his heart thudded a few times in response.

Interesting.

“Where are you? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay, here are my coordinates,” she said, speaking quickly and repeating her location for Nash as he wrote it down.

On a whim, and because his cat was going nuts right now, Sylas opened a GPS program on his phone and put in the coordinates. The female’s location was about forty minutes away, just south of a town called Villanohvah.

“Do you have a blanket or clothes you can cover yourself with?” Nash asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Good, I’ll be sure they come with a panel van that won’t let light in the back. Call me if anything comes up. Did you hit something?”

“I don’t know. I heard a popping sound and then my car went nuts. I don’t think I hit anything, but I’m not sure.”

“As long as you’re safe. Stay with your car.”

“Will do. Thanks, Nash.”

“I need to make some arrangements, give me a few minutes,” Nash said.

“I’ll go get her,” Sylas said.

Nash’s brow rose. “You will? Why would you do that?”

“I’m already here, you don’t have to explain things to me or give me her details because I already put her location in my GPS, plus I can get on the way as soon as I get hold of a panel van.”

His shoulders dropped and he smiled. “That would be wonderful. Let’s hurry.”

They took an elevator to an underground garage, where several vehicles were parked along one side. Nash unlocked a cabinet that revealed keys and handed a set to Sylas. “The windows are blocked to prevent sunlight from getting into the back, and there’s a curtain separating the front and back, so you can talk to her but she won’t get burned by the sunlight. When you’re back in town, take the alley to the back entrance of the club and honk, someone will open the doors for you so you can park underground, and she can go straight to her apartment.”

Sylas hustled to a black panel van. “Does she need food or anything?”

“There’s a lockbox in the back with synthetic blood if she needs it. Keep me posted.”

“I will.”

Within moments, he was out of the garage with his foot on the gas, worried about a female he’d never met in his life. The only thing he knew was that her name was Georgia and she was in trouble.

* * *

Georgia was staring out the windshield at the night sky. Dawn was coming, she could feel it in her bones. And she could see it, too, in the little fingers of amber that were creeping up into the moonlit night.

It wasn’t as dark out as it had been when she’d first crashed, but it was still dark. Not for too much longer, though.

She remembered when she was first turned, how fascinating she found it to watch the sunrise once the sun became a thing she couldn’t tolerate. She’d been burned a few times, pushing the envelope and her tolerance to see what would happen with little bits of sun on her young flesh.

Now she knew better. Getting burned hurt like hell and took forever to heal, so hard pass on that happening. It had been almost a half hour since she’d called for help, which meant that if they’d been able to get someone on the road within a few minutes, they might be arriving soon. She had a feeling, though, that it hadn’t happened as fast as she would hope and she would most likely end up covering herself with dirty clothes from the last week and trying to make sure not a single bit of skin was showing. The UV tint on the windows would only do so much, even a little bit of sunlight would burn her.

She heard an engine approaching and the skid of tires on rocks.

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