“I’ll live,” he said. “I broke both of her collarbones and tore up her clothes. She wasn’t able to get any strength behind her blows, and without adequate sun protection, she decided she had an urgent appointment elsewhere.” He looked behind her and coughed out a laugh. “I see you brought back reinforcements.”
She glanced behind her in time to see her biker, along with two other men, drop into the hole. With the addition of three large males, the already tight quarters grew even more cramped. Julian’s arm tensed, but he didn’t move. She knew if he had been uninjured, at the very least, he would have placed himself between her and the other men. That alone told her how bad off he was. He certainly wouldn’t have remained sitting.
Her biker took in an audible breath. He said to her, “When you said you had a friend in trouble, you didn’t mention he was the Nightkind King.”
She told him, “I was in a hurry.”
Without preamble, Julian said, “I need blood. Are you, or any of your men, willing to donate? I’ll pay.”
Her biker came forward to kneel on one knee. “You’re on the hunt for those responsible for killing all those people, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Julian watched the other man with a guarded expression.
The biker held out his wrist. “I’ve given blood to a Vampyre before. No need to pay me. Ms. Aindris will be compensating me very well already. But if you need more than I can give, you might have to pay the others.”
Julian took his wrist. “Do you take drugs? Don’t bother lying. I’ll know if you do.”
The biker shook his head. “Never. I did indulge in too much Southern Comfort last night. Is that a problem?”
Julian gave him a faint smile. “Not at all.”
Melly startled as one of the other men touched her shoulder. “Ms. Aindris, why don’t you come outside now? It’ll give us a little more room to maneuver down here.”
He was one of the older bikers, with long gray hair pulled back into a ponytail. His simple kindness brought a flood of moisture to her eyes. Uncertainly, she turned back to Julian, who said in her head, Go on, baby. I’ll be out as soon as I can.
Sniffing, she nodded and rose to her feet. After such a massive dump of adrenaline into her bloodstream, she felt suddenly bereft of energy and direction, and she stumbled. Taking her gently by the elbow, the gray-haired biker steadied her as they walked back to the tunnel opening.
Several faces peered down at them. “She’s coming up,” said the gray-haired man. “Help her out.”
Two men reached down. She took their offered hands, and they hoisted her up. As her feet left the tunnel floor, she said, “I need my bag.”
“Is it a purse?” The gray-haired man looked around.
“No, it’s a grocery bag.” Her voice wobbled.
“I’ll hand it up to you,” he promised.
Outside, she managed to stay mobile until she could collapse in a heap against the warehouse wall. Somebody handed her the grocery bag. Somebody else tucked a leather jacket around her shoulders. The interior lining was still warm from being worn, and she huddled into it gratefully, shivering while she dug into the bag for the two remaining bottles of water. She drank until she couldn’t hold any more liquid.
Now that the most urgent of the drama had eased, the bikers gave her plenty of personal space. They grouped together nearby, looking her way often, several of them smoking cigarettes as they talked in low voices. A few left. Others climbed down into the tunnel to donate blood to Julian.
Melly searched the cloudless sky overhead. It was going to be a bright sunny day. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.
A shadow fell, and her biker squatted beside her. He asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m taking a moment.”
He dropped something in her lap. She looked down. It was a smartphone. He told her, “It’s unlocked and the bill’s paid until the end of the month. No contract, unlimited phone and text. I think there’s about half a gigabyte left on the web.”
“Thank you.” Her fingers closed over it too tightly. When her hand started to shake, she forced her grip to ease. The phone wasn’t going to vanish into thin air.
His dark gaze lingered on her white-knuckled grip. He heaved a sigh. “Leonard is trying to convince me that I have a conscience.”
Looking in the direction of his gesture, her gaze connected with that of the gray-haired man, who gave her a nod while he drew on a cigarette.
She asked her biker, “How’s that working out for you?”
“It’s inconvenient.” He rubbed his face. “Look, I know you were in a bad way and desperate to find help. You don’t have to pay me the thirty grand you promised.”
She nodded and looked up at the sky again. After a moment, she said, “I made a deal with you, and I’m willing to stick by it. After all, you’ve lived up to your end of the bargain. I do have a phone and a loaded gun.”
“You’re also wearing my jacket,” he pointed out.