“Come with me. Robin, come with me. I need you to come with me now. It’s urgent….you need to come now. He needs you to come right now.”
I don’t get what she was bein’ so freakin’ pushy about. It ain’t like I ain’t comin’.
But what if he’s hurt? What if he’s sick or dyin’? That would explain why she’s bein’ so demandin’.
Maybe I shoulda gone with her. I would have seen him again.
Robin snapped out of his thoughts to tell Elsie, “Turn left here.”
But I’m so tired.
He leaned his head back against the head rest.
What good would it’ve done if I had gone with her? I’d be just like Raven, slippin’ and fallin’ all o’er the place. Unable to have a single freakin’ conversation with him.
I’d see him.
I’d see him with no barriers. I’d be able to talk to him. Real time, face-to-face, in real life talk to him.
How long’s it been since I’ve been able to do that?
Robin raised his head and squinted. “Keep on goin’ straight.”
Why’d I waste all our time together with me bein’ angry and mean to him? Stupid idiot me. I shoulda known our time was limited.
I shoulda known he’d leave me.
If I’m good to him.
If I show him every day I love him, will he stay? Will he wanna stay with me?
“Which house is it?” Elsie’s voice smashed through his ruminations.
“It’s the one in the middle.” He pointed. “That one. There. The one with the front porch.” He leaned his head back again.
It’s gonna feel so good to be lyin’ in bed again.
Hildreth’s thoughts twisted and turned into tornados and hurricanes of words. So many words.
One thought came forward and shocked the rest into a dull night’s wind.
I’m vulnerable right now.
That vampire could manipulate me, make me jump out of the car while it’s still moving, or make me do so many other things.
And what about Elsie and that other vampire?
He could manipulate her into crashing the car.
Which would be incredibly stupid. Elsie’s driving him home. What would he hope to gain by crashing the car?
But Elsie and I are active hunters.
Maybe they want to get us out of the way.
Ambrose moaned in his sleep and muttered something in French.
Again, it would be a stupid thing for them to do. If they kill us, who’s going to drive them home? Unless that’s part of the plan.
Robin huffed out an irritated sigh.
We take them home. Carry them inside. Then, once they’re safe in their own domain—-
“Darnation! Don’t you ever shut the freakin’ heck up?”
Hildreth startled. “Was I talking out loud?”
“No.” Robin said. “And you weren’t projectin’ either. You were just thinkin’ way too loud. It was like hearin’ a loud conversation on the other side of the wall. Ain’t clear enough to unnerstand, but it’s almost loud enough to unnerstand. Dang annoyin’, that’s what it is. So, shut the heck up!”
“ughnmm.” Ambrose moaned. “exactly whatever he said.”