"You need any help?" Susan offered.
Ravyn hesitated. "It'll be a tight squeeze, but yeah, someone needs to keep pressure on her wound."
"I'm not claustrophobic."
By his face she could tell he was grateful. "Then retract that sword and let's go."
Susan did as he said, then followed him out to his trashed car. She got in first. Ravyn carefully set Patricia in her lap. "Don't press too hard."
Her heart lurched at the sight of the unconscious woman's neck. Honestly, she didn't know how the woman could still be alive. "Is she going to make it?"
"I hope so for her family's sake. The Addamses are one of the most prominent of Squire families, and she's their grand matriarch. "
Ravyn dashed to the other side, got in, and started the car. He certainly knew how to handle a crisis well. And he could rival any race car driver's skill as he whipped his car in and out of traffic.
Thankfully, they didn't have to go more than about ten blocks before they reached the famed Seattle Serengeti Club. The windows were tinted so dark that she couldn't tell if anyone was inside or not. There didn't appear to be any cars in the area that could belong to the club or its workers.
"Is it open?"
Ravyn put his car into park and got out. He didn't answer her until he'd opened up her car door. "It opens at dusk and the owners live here."
Before she could ask about the odd note in his voice, he took Patricia from her lap and carried her through the back door of the club.
Wondering why the door wasn't locked, Susan followed him down a short corridor, toward an office area.
"Excuse me!" an attractive redhead snapped as she saw them. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Ravyn didn't hesitate or stop as he carried Patricia toward a door off to his right. "Get Dorian. Now."
The woman sneered at him. "And who are you?"
"Don't worry about it. Just go get Dori."
Arms akimbo, the woman looked like she wanted to lash out at him. She cast a dire go-to-hell look at Susan before she left.
Ravyn paused at a door. Susan stepped around him to open it, then stepped back for him to enter what appeared to be a clinic. He laid Patricia down very carefully on the hospital bed that was closest to the door.
"Is there a doctor here?" Susan asked.
"Yeah."
Just as she started to blink, a man appeared directly in front of her. Out of nowhere. He just poofed into the room like some weird TV show effect. With shoulder-length black hair, he bore a striking resemblance to Ravyn. "What are you doing here?" he demanded between clenched teeth.
Ravyn's face was completely stoic. "The Addamses have been attacked by Daimons. Patricia needs medical attention immediately or she's dead. The others will be here as soon as they can make it."
The man, whom she assumed must be Dorian, slid an irritated gaze to Susan. "I don't know her."
"She's a new Squire."
There was a loud commotion outside before the door flew open. Jack came in along with a short African-American woman who rushed to the bed. By the way the woman started examining Patricia, Susan figured she was the doctor.
"Who else was hurt?" the doctor asked Jack.
"Most of us. But Mom was the only one who got seriously damaged. Will she be okay?"
The doctor didn't answer. "You need to wait outside with the others, Jack."
He went white.