Page 94 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“Come on,” I say. “The sooner that we get through it, the sooner we can get dry.”

“House will light the fires for us,” Neith says.

As we all step out of the door, I realize that the wind is a lot stronger than I thought it was, and as irrational as it seems, I suddenly find myself worrying that Neith is going to get knocked over, blown away, or some shit. So, I pick her up, and we all pick up the pace as well. I know that she was struggling with fighting against the wind when she doesn’t protest at all and instead buries her face in my neck, her cold nose making me jump slightly and pull her even tighter against me. I love that I canhold her like this. I also love the fact that we are all interested in Neith. Some of us kissed her, and yet I don’t feel jealous. I don’t begrudge them their time with Neith, and honestly, watching Raiden kiss her was hot in a way that I didn’t expect it to be. She clearly has feelings for all of us as well.

Strangely enough, it feels right.

Relationships like ours would be, are not uncommon in the supernatural world, but it is not something that we have never discussed or even considered before. I have a feeling that we may have to have that conversation at some point. Although everything is so new at the moment that we can wait a while before we do. It’s like I said to Neith: just go with it. That’s what I think that we should all do. There is no pressure at the moment, and it’s just falling into place naturally. I think it needs to stay that way. If we start to add expectations or pressure, then it could fuck everything up.

Moving quickly, the van comes into view far quicker than I thought it would, and I am incredibly relieved. We all practically throw ourselves into it and nearly crush Doc when we find him already sitting inside and waiting for us.

“Right, Libby’s,” Neith says, as she immediately turns on the heat and gets the engine going.

“Did everything go alright back at your lab?” I ask Doc once we’re on the way again.

He nods, “Yeah. I’ll do the usual autopsy on him when we get back, but look specifically for what could be different about him to allow him to be so coherent for so long. Ty met me there and helped me get him up on a table. He’s going to get my assistants to prep him.”

“Great,” I reply, “hopefully we will be able to get some more answers, and maybe even a better idea of what he’s using to try and create the hybrids in the first place.”

“If we can work that out, then we should be able to reverse engineer a cure or something that can help them,” Raiden adds.

“You can do that?” Neith asks.

Raiden chuckles, “I can’t but we have some really amazing scientists that work at SID and they should be able to combine magic and science in order to make something that might be able to help them.”

“That’s really cool,” she replies.

It’s not too much longer and we’re pulling up outside the small house where Libby lives. The weather has gotten even worse, the rain now coming down in sheets and darkness has fallen quickly. We’re all still wet from our trek across the moors, and it occurs to me that not all of us need to get out.

“I’ll be right back,” I say as I pull the hood on my jacket over my head and open the van door.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Neith asks.

I shake my head, “No, it’s okay. You stay here and keep warm. This shouldn’t take too long.”

She smiles, making my heart beat faster which is absolutely ridiculous, I mean all she did was smile at me. Pushing out into the weather and slamming the door behind me, I grimace as the rain smacks me in the face. It’s so fucking cold it stings, and I am not a fan at all.

When I get to her door I knock a couple of times, and it takes her a moment to answer the door. When she does, she looks pretty much the same as she did yesterday but I can hear voices in the house, so I know that she isn’t alone which is a good thing. No one should be left alone when they have experienced something like she has.

“Sorry to bother you,” I say, as it occurs to me that she may not want to know that he is okay, well, that he’s at peace. She saw him do something horrific, and not many people would be ableto move past that, even though we told her that it wasn’t really him.

“Did you find him? Is he okay?” she asks, immediately dismissing the fears I had.

I nod, “We found him. He was in really bad shape, and unfortunately, he didn’t make it. He was reunited with his parents and was no longer in horrific pain.”

Tears flow freely down her face, “He’s at peace?”

I nod, “Yes, he’s at peace in the spirit realm.”

She nods, “Thank you for telling me.”

“Of course. Is someone here with you?” I double-check.

She nods again, “Yeah, my best friend.”

“I’ll leave you with them then. I’m sorry for your loss and everything that you have been through,” I tell her. She gives me a shaky smile, and I turn back around, heading to the van.

I hate doing things like this. I hate giving bad news, and saying I’m sorry for your loss always seems so hollow.

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