Page 57 of Walking in Darkness

“Do you think he was following us? If that was him?” Kit asked.

“Your gut seems to think it was, and like I said, that’s good enough for me. I don’t know if he was following us or just happened to be on the interstate when we were. But I’m not taking any chances.” Hudson pulled Kit even closer.

If that was indeed Don, was it just a coincidence? He certainly hadn’t made a move on them, but then again,he was definitely outnumbered. Of course, there were all the surrounding humans too. Not to mention the cops.

As soon as they reached the other SUV, Kit was hurried inside. Torres and Nelson were upfront, and Kit found himself sitting in the middle of his mates in the back.

Kit rolled his neck. He was getting stiff. Plus, his face hurt, especially his nose. He gently poked at it, but Connie caught his finger and pulled it away. Kit huffed.

“I’ll give you a massage when we get home,” Connie said.

Kit perked up. That actually sounded good. “Thanks. Things are starting to hurt.”

Hudson patted Kit’s knee. “After he does that, we’ll run you a hot bath. That’ll help too. Plus, some ice for that nose.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Kit rested his head against Hudson’s shoulder. What had started off as a pleasant morning had turned to shit. He was sad to see his parents leave, but at least he knew they’d be safe now.

And the accident on the interstate? Well, those things happened. It didn’t appear as if they’d been targeted, so maybe itwasnothing more than an accident.

But if that had been Don—and he was pretty sure it had been—was that just a coincidence too?

Kit’s head was aching, so he closed his eyes. There wasn’t any point in worrying about it. Nothing bad had happened.

This time.

KIT DRIFTED as Connie and Hudson spoke quietly with Torres, who was Hudson’s chief of security. He wasn’t sure what more they could do. Hudson had already beefed up security there at the compound, and Kit went nowhere alone. He always had at least one dragon with him.

They arrived home, and Connie and Hudson walked Kit straight back to their quarters. Hudson helped Kit take off hisclothes while Connie went to grab some over-the-counter pain medication.

Kit crawled onto the bed and flopped onto his stomach, his arms folded under his head.

Hudson moved Kit’s long hair off his back. “Anything new hurting?”

“No. Not yet. What about the ice?”

“Do you want the ice, or do you want a massage?”

Like Kit had to think about that. “Definitely a massage.”

“Then we’ll do the ice after the massage. I don’t suppose another few minutes is going to matter now.”

He was probably right. Too much time had already passed. “What about your vehicle?”

“Don’t worry about that. It’ll be taken care of.”

Kit yawned. He was so glad he was not the one who had to deal with all that, considering how he felt.

“Hey, I’m back.”

Kit turned over just as Connie sat on the bed. He held a glass of water and a small plastic bottle. Kit took the pain medication and washed it down.

Kit handed the glass back to Connie. “Thank you.

“Get comfortable again. I’ll run to the bathroom and get some oil. Be right back.” Connie hopped up and made a beeline toward the master bath.

Hudson sat down on the other side of the bed as Kit sprawled out again. Hudson passed Kit a pillow to use, and Kit groaned appreciatively.

The bed dipped again when Connie crawled on it. A few seconds after that, Connie straddled him. Well, that answered how this was going to work.

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