I couldn’t do that to Aggie … because I loved her.
Urgh, this was why Varoshad told me never to get involved with humans!
I thought of my Elder, living alone with the cobwebs and the dust of the past. I didn’t want to exist like that. Hell, existing sounded awful. But living…
It’s what humans did. To great joy, and great pain. I’d already tasted the pain; perhaps it was time to try my luck with the other side. My face must have shown my determination because Quinn held up a hand.
“Wait!”
I glanced at him, impatient. “What?”
He licked his lips nervously. “Take me with you. I … I need to know she’s ok. You owe me for tracking you down.”
I raised an eyebrow, incredulous at his pathetic attempt to blackmail me. I would have taken him to see her without the threat.
“Carry me if you need to.”
Now that was tempting. I smirked and roughly hauled him over my shoulders.
“Oompf!”
“Did you say something?” I asked mildly. He grunted in response, and I ignored the sluggish rate of his pulse, or how easy it would be to nick a vein.
Rapists and pedophiles. Just hold on.
The monster in me settled slightly at that, content to wait for the payoff. Perhaps my years of strict discipline would serve me after all.
I ran with the warlock over my shoulder, just hoping I wasn’t too late.