Blood: The Third Course

Chapter Forty-Nine

By Thomas' estimations—and a quick google when his estimations didn't fill anyone with much confidence—the sunset would be in just over an hour's time. Spencer watched from an armchair as Carson paced, his nostrils flaring and his hands clenched into fists at his side as he muttered to himself about overrunning the deadline. August was still giving instructions to Heather, who had agreed to stay in the house while the sale was put through. The deeds were already being transferred into her name, and August had promised her a healthy cut of the profits. They had been shut in upstairs for over an hour, and Carson wasn't the only one getting antsy to get moving.

Priya had been out and had backed the van up as close as it would come before Carson had helped her load two single mattresses into the back. Apparently there had been some agreement that driving for longer was a better idea than heading straight to an airport. Spencer hadn't asked why. He was sure he already knew. There would be too many questions if they showed up to airport security with him looking like death and Edeline with a bullet hole in her leg. Better to drive and at least let him heal enough. One injured person in a party was one thing, when half of them were walking wounded, it raised suspicions.

"Kaleb won't wait," Carson started up again. "We need to go."

"There's no full moon," Priya argued. "You really think he would attack now?"

Carson wheeled around to her.

"I'm surprised he's not here already," he said, waving a hand towards the door. "Barricading the exits and setting this whole house ablaze."

Rolling her eyes, Priya marched into the kitchen and away from Carson's bad mood.

Spencer could understand Carson's worry. Personally, he was worried about what would happen if they didn't leave before sunset. As much as the werewolf alpha wanted Carson dead, it was nothing to how he would feel about Spencer. He had killed the man's son, after all. Carson had been involved, but it hadn't been him to do the deed.

Leaning onto the arm of the chair, Spencer looked down at Edeline, sat cross-legged on the floor beside him. Her eyes were closed, her face slightly upturned towards the ceiling. She looked like she were meditating.

"Trying to hear the thoughts of God?" he asked.

Edeline smiled.

"I hear some may call him God on occasion," she muttered, cracking one eye open and peering at him.

Spencer flicked a finger against her shoulder.

"I may bar you from my thoughts," he said before looking up at the ceiling himself. "Are they almost done?"

"Almost."

"Okay." Spencer edged himself towards the front of the chair. "Then let's get this part over with."

Edeline's calm was gone. Her eyes snapped fully open and she twisted to look at him.

"Are you sure you don't want William to carry you?"

"I'm feeling better," Spencer said.

"Liar."

He glared at her.

"Barred!" he threatened. His glare softened and turned pleading. "Don't tell August."

Crossing her finger in an X over her heart, Edeline jumped to her feet and took hold of his hands, helping pull him up from his seat. Without being asked, Thomas appeared from nowhere and wrapped an arm around Spencer's waist, holding him.

"Don't, Tom," Spencer said. "No point in you burning too."

"I can at least help you to the door," he said.