"The other two are finished," he said, still breathing hard. He pulled out the bottom of his shirt and wiped his Page 136
J R Ward: Lover Awakened
face.
Phury headed for the hallway. "Where are they? Front lawn?"
"Try the Omega's front door. I stabbed them both." Zsadist looked at Butch. "Take her home. Now. She's too shocked out to dematerialize. And Phury, you go with them. I want a call the moment she puts a foot in the foyer, we clear?"
"What about you?" Butch said, even as he was moving her around the dead lesser.
Zsadist stood up and unsheathed a dagger. "I'll poof this one and wait for others to come. When these fuckers don't check in, there'll be more."
"We'll be back."
"I don't care what you do as long as you get her home. So quit talking and start driving."
Bella reached out to him, though she wasn't sure why. She was horrified by what he had done and by what he looked like now, all bruised and beaten, his own blood running down his clothes along with the slayers'.
Zsadist slashed a hand through the air, dismissing her. "Get her the hell out of here."
John leaped from the bus, so damned relieved to be home he almost fell all over himself. Man, if the first two days of training were anything to go by, the next couple years were going to be hell.
As he came in the front door, he whistled.
Wellsie's voice drifted out of her study. "Hi! How'd it go today?"
While he took off his coat, he blew two quick whistles, which was kind of an okay, fine, all righty type of thing.
"Good. Hey, Havers is coming in an hour."
John headed for her study and paused in the doorway. Sitting at her desk, Wellsie was surrounded by a collection of old books, most of which were laid open. The sight of all those splayed, bound pages reminded him of eager dogs on their backs, waiting for belly attention.
She smiled. "You look tired."
I'm going to crash for a while before Havers comes, he signed.
"You sure you're okay?"
Absolutely. He smiled to give the fib some juice. He hated lying to her, but he didn't want to go into his failures. In another sixteen hours he was going to have to have them out on display again. He needed a break, and no doubt they were exhausted, too, from having had so much airtime.
"I'll wake you up when the doctor gets here."
Thanks.
Page 137
J R Ward: Lover Awakened
As he turned away, she said, "I hope you know that no matter what that test says, we'll deal with it."
He glanced at her. So she was worried about the results, too.
In a quick rush he went over and hugged her, then headed for his room. He didn't even put his laundry in the chute, just dropped his bags and lay on the bed. Man, the cumulative effects of eight hours of derision was enough to make him want to sleep for a week.
Except all he could think about was Havers's visit. God, what if it was all a mistake? What if he wasn't going to turn into something fantastic and powerful? What if his visions at night were nothing more than an overactive Dracula fixation?
What if he was mostly human?
It would kind of make sense. Even though the training was just beginning, it was clear he wasn't like the other pretransitions in the class. He flat-out sucked at anything physical and was weaker than the other guys. Maybe practice would help, although he doubted it.
John closed his eyes and hoped for a good dream. A dream that would place him in a big body, a dream that would have him strong and...
Tohr's voice woke him up. "Havers is here."
John yawned and stretched and tried to hide from the sympathy on Tohr's face. That was the other nightmare about training: He had to screw up in front of Tohr all the time.
"How you are you doing, son-I mean, John?"
John shook his head and signed, I'm fine, but I would rather be son to you.
Tohr smiled. "Good. That's how I want it, too. Now come on, let's rip this Band-Aid off about the tests, okay?"
John followed Tohr to the living room. Havers was sitting on the couch, looking like a professor with his tortoiseshell glasses and herringbone jacket and red bow tie.
"Hello, John," he said.
John lifted a hand and sat in the wing chair closest to Wellsie.