The Darkest Knight (Guardians of Camelot #3) - Victoria Sue Page 0,22

turned and hurried out.

He didn’t even know if Kay was injured but couldn’t stop to check as Lance pulled him along toward the car that somehow Gawain was sitting behind the wheel of and had pulled it to the entrance. Ali shouted she would see them back at the house, and Lucan and his bike were blocking two cop cars. As the cops peeled out and aimed their weapons, Lucan just turned and told them quietly that the tunnel was flooding and to stop anyone entering, and they were to forget their presence. They nodded obediently.

In another minute Charles was in the back of the truck, still cradling Kay, and he raised his hand in horror as it came away covered in blood. “He’ll heal,” Lance said. “Let’s just get him home.”

Charles bit his lip to stop himself demanding certainties and bent forward as if he needed to shelter Kay, but he had already failed once. It was his fault Kay had left. Maybe he should go? What happened if he failed his light?

The journey home seemed slower, but Charles never once took his eyes from Kay. His breaths seemed easier when they pulled up to the house. Charles didn’t let go of Kay and immediately took him into the medical room next to the office. Tom bent over him and quickly tore his shirt. “He has a stab wound that’s started healing. Help me roll him slightly so I can see his back.”

Charles deliberately stepped back while Tom and Mel saw to Kay and fisted his hands in his pocket.

“He’s got a huge lump on his head which is going to hurt, but he’s stopped bleeding. He should be fine,” Tom said. Charles wished he had their confidence, but what could they do? The one with the most medical knowledge was injured, and even clever as he was, Tom was still a student two years away from even starting medical school.

“You are bloody amazing.”

Charles glanced at where Lance was standing by the door, his arms wrapped around Mel and wished with everything in him he could do that to Kay, but he knew even his presence wasn’t welcome.

“That wasn’t what you said at the time,” Gawain pointed out quietly and fixed Mel with a stare. “I appreciate what you did. Have no idea how you did it, and I’m definitely never getting in a vehicle with you ever again.”

“Technically you weren’t in a vehicle with me this time either,” Mel said as they all stood and watched Tom.

“Hey,” Tom said gently, and everyone fell silent as Kay shifted a little.

“Roxy,” Kay muttered.

Who’s Roxy?

Kay winced and forced his eyes open.

“Steady,” Tom urged when Kay tried to raise his head.

“Roxy? Did she get out?”

“Who’s Roxy?” Mel asked, but Lance bent down.

“Ali stayed back to check the cars, but there were no injured humans that we saw. We thought everyone had gotten out of the tunnel.”

“She was in the limo,” Kay whispered and shook off Lance’s arm and sat up. “No, I was holding her.” He looked over to where Gawain was standing in the office doorway. “Can you check the police reports? Where’s my phone?”

“We couldn’t see it,” Lance said.

Gawain immediately went to the computer and started typing. “Nothing yet. Let me see if there’s any news reports.” Gawain seemed to try for another minute.

“Kay?” Gawain said almost tentatively, and everyone shut up. Kay got to his feet, ignoring the hands held out to steady him. Charles wanted to rush over and urge him to be careful, to hold him, help him, anything, but Kay hadn’t so much as glanced in his direction.

“What?” Kay said almost defiantly as if Gawain was going to give him bad news. Charles hadn’t known them long, but he knew what an apology heard like in someone’s voice.

“There’s a police report of a missing person. A David Marsh is a driver for Classic Cars, and he is reporting his client, a Ms. Roxy Lewis, was injured at the scene, but she’s missing,” Gawain said.

“They took her?” Kay went drip white.

“And that’s never happened before?” Mel asked.

“Absolutely not.”

“The driver.” Kay rubbed his head and frowned. “The driver became an Ursus. He changed in front of my eyes. He was trying to take her, and I needed my hands free for my sword. I remember water but not much else.”

“There’s also some witnesses saying the tunnel was flooding, but no evidence of it now,” Gawain said.

“It was past my ankles,” Kay said, noticing his shoes seemed to be