Griff
The glow of Crescent Ridge faded away as Uriah carried through the night sky. The bright moon illuminated the forest below as they sailed through the air, the witch carefully perched atop his vampire.
“You all good up there, little witch?”
—holding onto Uriah like he was taking part in the world’s most dangerous piggyback ride at four hundred feet—gave his lover’s shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “I am. Quinn texted me that he’s safe with Darcy, Kale, and Julian. They’re going to meet us at the cabin.”
He could hear a hint of sadness in Uriah’s voice. “Hm, no Zak or Orpheus?”
’s eyes watered as he bit his lip. “Or Pruitt.”
“I’m sure Pruitt’s safe.”
“Sure. Safely under the control of a mad werewolf,” the witch grumbled. “This was supposed to be a recon mission. Instead, it turned out to be an ambush.”
“What was Dr. Mooned-Me goin’ on about, anyway?” Uriah asked. “She at least reveal her big master plan to you?”
“Something related to bringing about the Era of the Lycan, whatever that is. I don’t know. Quinn says he has an insider with him that can tell us more.”
longed to be wrapped up in Uriah’s arms, to be told that everything was going to be okay. However, he knew that was impossible until they made a safe landing. He could sense that the vampire wished he could do more; that he, too, wanted to be held and consoled.
“Well,” began Uriah, “on the plus side, I haven’t crashed yet, which is a first. Oh, and the cabin is almost below us now. Ready for my big landing?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” A smile crossed ’s teary-eyed face. “Plus, I think I’ve got an idea.”