“Virginia?”
“Yes. But not until you are well enough. Where shall I take you?”
I had no clue. “Just . . . take me to the airport with you. I’ll find somewhere to go after that. I’m already feeling a little better.”
I felt the brief warmth of his hand touch my shoulder blade.
“It’s swollen,” he said with worry.
It still hurt, but between my quick healing and the painkillers, each span of minutes was increasingly better. “I’ll be okay.”
We passed Blacksburg, Virginia, on our way to the airport, and though the signs for Virginia Tech should have made me happy, they only served as reminders of how far removed I was from the world of humans.
“There’s my college,” I said quietly.
Kope made no reply other than a sad glance my way.
As we neared Roanoke, I wasn’t 100 percent, but I was feeling more like myself.
“I wonder how Z is doing,” I said.
And darned if a shy smile didn’t fill his face.
“Your father found her a place in Boston. I do not know how he did it, but a nearby monastery agreed to rent a room.”
I sat forward. “She’s in Boston now? That’s awesome!”
“Yes. She is . . . thriving away from her father and alcohol.”
“And near you.”
His badge thumped and he kept his eyes straight ahead on the road. He wet his lips, and I had the urge to ask if he’d used those lips on Zania yet. The thought made my face heat. Marna would have asked him, but he and I didn’t have that kind of relationship, especially after he’d used those lips on me.
Our trip to Australia seemed like a million years ago, not a mere eight months.
“Well, I’m glad she’s doing better, and I’m glad . . .” I rubbed my shoulder. “I’m glad she has you. And you have her.”
He finally looked at me again, those hazel eyes searching mine. I hoped he saw the truth, that I wanted him to be happy.
“You like her a lot, don’t you?” I asked.
“I like her very much, Anna.” His words held enough passion to make me shiver.
When he looked back at the road, I smiled out my window. He may or may not have kissed her yet, but he definitely wanted to.
My pulse jumped at the sound of an incoming text message. I pulled my phone from my bag. The message was from Marek.
Cannot rid myself of Cat. Cannot locate two other companions. Not safe to meet.
My heart thumped as I tried to figure out his guilt or innocence. I read the text to Kope, and we pondered in silence. My angel side wanted so badly to trust him, but my demon side was shaking its head and telling me not to be stupid.
“I’m not going to answer him. And I won’t contact him again.”
“Good,” Kope said.
It was after midnight when we got to the airport.
“Do you have a red-eye flight?” I asked.
“No. I leave at five, but it’s better if we are not seen together.”
“Yeah.” I agreed, but I still felt a gaping loss at the thought of him leaving.
He parked at the curb and turned to me, the streetlamp catching a glint of green in his light eyes.
“You saved me. They were going to take me to the Dukes.”
Or worse, depending on whether they could keep their murderous urges in check. I somehow doubted they’d have been punished for “accidentally” killing me.
“I had a terrible feeling after we spoke. I had to go to you.”
“Thank you.” Without thought, I reached across the seats to hug him. He pulled me close, careful of my shoulder. For one second I worried that this contact might spark his lustful side, but it didn’t. He held me gently and let me go.
“Are you certain you are all right?” he asked.
“I’m better already. Maybe one more dose.”
Kope shook four tablets into my hand and put the bottle in his pocket. I imagined begging him for the bottle, but he would never give in.
“Good-bye, Anna. Stay safe.”
“You, too, Kope. Give Z my love. Miss you.”
I hadn’t really meant to say the last part, but it was true. He was my friend and I missed him. I was rewarded with a flash of his grin and dimple before he left me. Alone again.
CHAPTER NINE
KAIDAN OR THE WORLD
What now?
Still hadn’t heard from Dad. Desperately wanted to talk to Kaidan. Was worried about Jay, Marna, Ginger, Blake, and Patti. And here I was driving aimlessly around Virginia.
A foolish part of me wanted to be near Patti and Jay, even if we couldn’t actually be together.
I stopped for gas in a tiny town, admiring the view of the Blue Ridge Mountains against the deep blue night sky. The scenery was abruptly ruined as two vile winged beings flew down and circled the car, watching me. Crap. Ignoring them, I started the car and got back on I-81.
They would never leave me alone.