Henry nipped at my skin and caused my breathing to heighten. Croy ‘tsked’ and pulled me over to his impressive sleek little car, opening the door for me and making sure I was buckled. Instantly, I began playing with buttons and the low purr was overrun by music. I smiled at the guitar that reminded me so much of Ledger.
“You like the Led Zeppelin?” Croy chuckled sliding in effortlessly.
“Sure?” I raised a brow.
He tilted his head looking over me with interest and pulled out of the garage. Instantly the gates opened as security kept the camera people and trucks from blocking our path. I think it worked because everyone was craning their head to see the black SUV behind us about 20 feet, so our sleek car slid past with ease and I finally sat up fully once we were driving down the street.
“If the cops are looking for me, why haven’t they showed up?” I asked quietly.
“They already contacted Marco, the human enforcement are causing issues with the media but the supernatural jurisdiction in Washington has it mostly handled. Even the FBI office around there is supe run. We just need to get you back there. You said those two tried to kill you?”
“They did kill me,” I murmured.
He looked over at me and frowned. “Sugar, I don’t understand how I didn’t know you were out there.”
“Probably because I wasn’t,” I sighed. “I was locked in a basement until about 12 days ago.”
He frowned and then chuckled, “that would explain the dream I had.”
“What dream?”
He tilted his head, “just about a woman, and I’m thinking it was about you. Happened around that time frame. I wonder what wards they had on the church you were in.”
“Wards?”
“Yes, to keep you in no doubt,” he sighed. “Humans, after all this time, are as primitive and scared as before.”
“How old are you Croy?” I asked sincerely.
His eyes flash dark, “you sure you want to know that, Maya?”
I grinned at how my name sounded on his lips, “yeah, I do.”
“Two hundred twenty-four,” he stated softly.
“Holy crap,” I mumbled as his eyes traced the curiosity in my face and he relaxed slightly. “That is really cool.”
“It’s something,” he mumbled.
“No really,” I grasped his hand on the center console, “it is really neat.” It was! I bet he had a lot of interesting things that had happened to him. Honestly, I was taking advantage of everyone else's life experiences to make up for my lack of them.
He smiled and kissed my hand before continuing to drive, my body content and relaxed.
It was only as we neared the airport that I worried about how we were going to get onto the plane. There were people everywhere.