Maddox
By the time I got done boarding up the window, Joslyn was asleep on the couch with the television on. I wanted to wake her up. I needed to know this woman. I couldn’t explain it—and I wasn’t trying to fight it.
It was nearly noon by the time Ronan returned with Charlotte.
The girl was shaken, but she was unscathed.
I walked outside to meet them before they came in, so Joslyn wouldn’t wake up.
“Did you have any problems?” I asked as Ronan stepped out of his truck.
“No, I took care of de problem.”
I knew he would. If Ronan ever thought a rogue vampire would present a problem in the future, he eliminated the problem then. Most rogue vamps couldn’t be rehabilitated. Eliminating them early saved time. It was like a dog with rabies.
“Good deal. Now, I’m going to need my gun back,” I said, retrieving his gun from my glove box.
He always loved it when he got to shoot mine. The kick was sweet—but for a human, it could be a bit much.
“I am going to get Charlotte into de ’ouse.”
“Joslyn fell asleep on the couch while I was covering the window,” I said. “So, I left her there.”
He nodded.
“I am going to get back to my place. Let me know when she makes a decision, Ronan.”
I climbed into my truck and drove home.