Erika glanced back and met that hooded, hot stare of his.
“You know what the last part of the song was?” Balthazar asked in a deep voice.
“Song?” she parroted as she focused on his lips.
He leaned into her, all bare muscle and that amazing cologne that suddenly flared in the air, like he’d magically reapplied some. “The last part of the chorus to that song. ‘But if you try sometimes, you just might find…’?”
Don’t do it, the reasonable part of her demanded. Like if she filled in the blank, she was not only acknowledging whatever was flaring between them, she was saying “yes” to a question he hadn’t even asked—
“You get what you need,” she finished breathlessly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Nate’s parents came running down a long, white corridor in a dishevel of arms and legs, a flapping of jackets, a flurry of panic. They were holding each other’s hands as if their grips were all that would keep them from being carried out by a vicious tide, and with their eyes wide and their mouths open like they were screaming, they were the very picture of terror.
Rahvyn had not been introduced to either one of them. But in these circumstances, it was obvious who they were.
From her perspective, sitting on the hard tiled floor with her legs tucked under her, she stared up at them as they raced by. They didn’t look at her. They didn’t even seem to see her. They had one and only one priority—and yet she wanted to jump up and embrace them. And tell them she was sorry and that somehow this was all her fault.
Maybe if she hadn’t tried to help the human on the ground?
Maybe if…
Shuffling her sore body around, she brought her knees up and rested her cheek on the bony apex of her legs. The destination for Nate’s parents was the patient room down at the far end of the hall. Outside of the closed door, a gathering of members of the Black Dagger Brotherhood was a fierce knot of well-armed worry. She did not know all of them, but she recognized the Brother Rhage, who had blond hair and eyes that were very blue, and the Brother Butch, who was dressed in a formal fashion, rather than in togs of war. There were a couple of others… and also her first cousin, Sahvage.
As the frantic male and female disappeared into Nate’s treatment room, Sahvage glanced back at her and she replayed the trip here to this subterranean healing facility, remembering the moment she had looked up to see Nate lifting his sweatshirt… and then him falling to the ground… and finally her shouting and lunging onto him.
The man by the door to the club of Dandelion, who had gone prone, whom she had thought had been injured, had wanted to get involved. She had frozen him where he was and put a patch on his recollections—and then she had seen a car go by. And another. Across the street, there had been several humans paused in their tracks, their bodies leaning forward as if they were imminently going to fall into a race-across.
That was when she had stopped it all.
Everything in Caldwell.
All humans, all vampires, all rodents and snakes. The cars, and the trucks, the bicycles, all braked. No more smoke rising from chimneys nor water swirling into drains. No gasping, no cursing, no whispers for to strain.
Stopped.
Except for Nate and herself. And others that she extracted from the tableau as she required.
With hands that shook, she had rifled through his pockets, found his cellular device, and put its screen close to his face. When the recognition succeeded, she had gone into the favorites in his contacts, grateful that he had taught her how to use the unit. The first call she had made had been to his adopted father, Murhder. When that had gone to a recorded voice-over, she had tried his mother. Also a recording.
The third one had been Shuli. Again with a recording.
All the while, Nate had been gasping for breath. And then he had stopped gasping.
Blessedly, the fourth number had been answered, an elderly, solicitous voice announcing with good cheer the name Fritz Perlmutter.
She had no idea who the male was, but within five minutes of the call, a tremendous-sized healing vehicle, like a mercy ship on wheels, had pulled up.
A human wearing loose blue clothing and the Brother Vishous had jumped out of the back with a pallet and removed Nate from the scene. She had gotten into the rear with them, and had sat out of the way as the Brother Rhage arrived to drive them off.
It had been whilst they had pulled away from the scene and turned around in the center of the lane that she had allowed Caldwell to resume its churn. A glimpse out of the pane of glass up in front had shown the clutch of humans reanimating out of their freeze. There would be confusion for them, but she didn’t have the energy to manipulate their memories. They would just have to make peace with what they believed they saw—and when they went over to speak unto the man outside of the club, he would inform them that, yes, there had been a discharge of a firearm, and a stray dog had been shot, but the thing had run off.