Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,3

along the Jeep from the noise.

“Jesus, Baer, don’t play with it!” Lucien yelled.

Grey could imagine Baer swiping at the pestilent instead of outright killing it. He wondered if whoever ran the liquor shop was seeing any of this. He expected sirens to fill the air, but there were only growls and cries of pain from the pestilent. The sick stench of the pestilent assaulted his nose right before the sound of feet running away came again. Lucien cursed and followed. A branch cracked, then more scuffling noises. Lucien grunted, then cursed right as Grey heard the whoosh of fire and felt a wave of heat.

Silence fell over the area except for the latent hum of the still-cooling Jeep. He held his breath, waiting. His racing heart pounded loudly in his ears as he strained to hear any noises.

Finally, footsteps slapped on pavement in a steady rhythm. The person wasn’t running. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“What the hell! Why did you just…pat him?” Lucien’s voice was hardly more than an annoyed growl.

“I wanted to chase him again,” Baer replied, humor lacing his tone. “It was fun to knock him down like that. Sometimes the animals I shift into—their instincts—take over a bit.”

“The damn thing nearly got to Grey. You should have just ripped out his throat first thing.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

“Asshole,” Lucien murmured as he reached Grey. “We got it. Better get out of here before the liquor store guy calls the police. We’ll go to a different shop on the way back.”

“What finally took it out?” Grey asked as they scrambled into the Jeep.

“Fire,” Baer grumbled, and Grey could so easily imagine him pouting. “You singed my damn fur.”

“Well, if you hadn’t been playing with it, that wouldn’t have been necessary.”

“It was only one, so I decided to have some fun. Sue me.”

This time, Baer’s voice came from the driver’s side, and Grey held on as the Jeep lurched out of the parking lot, loose gravel crunching under the tires. Baer drove like a lunatic, so he scrambled to put on his seat belt. Every moment behind the wheel was a chance to race. Helpless rage boiled in his stomach, pulling him from thoughts of Baer’s driving.

There was that damn word again. Helpless. But that was what he was. Just a week ago, he’d been powerful. He’d had magic. He’d had skills. He’d been able to protect his new family. Protect the world.

And now…he was stuck in the back seat of a Jeep, no help to anyone. A danger to all of his family and himself.

What the hell was he going to do?

“Now you know why I wanted to drive,” Lucien complained. He cursed at Baer. “Slow the fuck down! Nobody’s after us.”

“I wanted to get us away before the police showed. That guy saw some of the fight, and he sure as hell saw me as a lion.”

“I wonder what he thought when he saw the lion attacking that guy. Probably called animal control instead.” Lucien chuckled. “Shit! That was a stop sign you just ran.”

“Oh, was it?” Baer laughed and the Jeep rocked to the right, sending Grey into the door. He shook his head. Sirens or not, Baer always drove like this.

“Ever wonder what the authorities find when they take in the pestilent bodies?” Baer asked. “I mean, they only look like us on the outside. I bet they have like, two hearts or something.”

“They probably rot even faster when dead, considering that’s why they stink so badly when they come into our world.” Grey grabbed on to the back of Baer’s seat when he was jostled again. “You really can slow down now. I don’t hear any sirens. Either that guy didn’t care or we’re far enough away now.”

“I have slowed down,” Baer grumbled and then chuckled. “You two are wusses.”

“You shouldn’t be allowed to drive.” Lucien cursed again as the Jeep came to a hard stop. “At least you saw this stop sign. Next time, I’m letting Grey drive.”

Baer’s laughter filled the vehicle as he hit the gas again. “We still need to get whiskey. You remember where that other liquor store is?”

Grey had no idea where they were, so he didn’t bother to answer. He listened as Lucien murmured under his breath as he probably searched his phone. Grey had to guess at what he was doing.

Closing his eyes, he rubbed them against the dryness. He was tired and wanted to go home to his own quiet apartment. Wanted to be away

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