Maynard stood and placed his hand
on my shoulder. I remembered the slight sting I had felt the last
time
he did that, but didn't feel anything this time. He guided me toward the couches. “How are you feeling?" "A little off,” I admitted. “I don't feel exactly like myself." "Yeah,” Maynard said with hesitation, “sorry I had to tranq you." "You tranquilized me?” I asked in disbelief. "When I found you,” Maynard glanced warily to Toby and then back to me, “you were hurt and had just fed. I just wanted to make sureboth of us made it back here safe.” He paused. “You're a Seeker, Rosy. You would have done the same thing."
I considered his logic for a moment and finally agreed. An injured Vampire is dangerous. We have a tendency to lash out at whoever's near, no matter if they're friend or foe. Add that to the blood euphoria I was feeling and Maynard was completely justified in tranquilizing me. He was right about another thing. If the situation were reversed, I would have done the same. "How long do the affects of this stuff last?” I asked, running my fingers through my messy hair. "Should be wearing off anytime now,” Maynard answered. He slid down into his couch and crossed his legs.
Toby placed his hand gently on the small of my back as I walked past. It felt comfortable, yet somehow inappropriate in this setting. Sliding between the couch and coffee table, I perched on an armrest anxious to know what had transpired during my apparent abduction. Apparently they were just as curious about me. "What happened to you, Rose?” Toby leaned his elbows on his knees. "Lucas Nash,” I answered.
Elena sat forward quietly studying me, her curiosity piqued. "He wanted to know what Chithula told me,” I explained. “When I wouldn't tell him, Lucas tried to kill me."
"Bullshit,” Elena spat.
I looked up at the Witch with eyes wide. “Excuse me?" "That's total bullshit,” Elena repeated, her words dripping with venom. “Lucas Nash, despite his questionable Warlock heritage, has always used his power justly. He has even consulted with the Syndicate on several occasions with exceptional results." Maynard sat back in his couch eyeing us warily. He wasn't going to intervene. Yet. "It was Lucas,” I assured. “He took me right out of my bedroom."
he did that, but didn't feel anything this time. He guided me toward the couches. “How are you feeling?" "A little off,” I admitted. “I don't feel exactly like myself." "Yeah,” Maynard said with hesitation, “sorry I had to tranq you." "You tranquilized me?” I asked in disbelief. "When I found you,” Maynard glanced warily to Toby and then back to me, “you were hurt and had just fed. I just wanted to make sureboth of us made it back here safe.” He paused. “You're a Seeker, Rosy. You would have done the same thing."
I considered his logic for a moment and finally agreed. An injured Vampire is dangerous. We have a tendency to lash out at whoever's near, no matter if they're friend or foe. Add that to the blood euphoria I was feeling and Maynard was completely justified in tranquilizing me. He was right about another thing. If the situation were reversed, I would have done the same. "How long do the affects of this stuff last?” I asked, running my fingers through my messy hair. "Should be wearing off anytime now,” Maynard answered. He slid down into his couch and crossed his legs.
Toby placed his hand gently on the small of my back as I walked past. It felt comfortable, yet somehow inappropriate in this setting. Sliding between the couch and coffee table, I perched on an armrest anxious to know what had transpired during my apparent abduction. Apparently they were just as curious about me. "What happened to you, Rose?” Toby leaned his elbows on his knees. "Lucas Nash,” I answered.
Elena sat forward quietly studying me, her curiosity piqued. "He wanted to know what Chithula told me,” I explained. “When I wouldn't tell him, Lucas tried to kill me."
"Bullshit,” Elena spat.
I looked up at the Witch with eyes wide. “Excuse me?" "That's total bullshit,” Elena repeated, her words dripping with venom. “Lucas Nash, despite his questionable Warlock heritage, has always used his power justly. He has even consulted with the Syndicate on several occasions with exceptional results." Maynard sat back in his couch eyeing us warily. He wasn't going to intervene. Yet. "It was Lucas,” I assured. “He took me right out of my bedroom."