Page 86 of Caretaker

I stepped toward him and lifted my face to his. He bent his head and kissed my lips with a tenderness that belied the fierce need in his eyes.

“Hurry home,” he said, gruffly.

I drew Silverlight from her sheath. “Take care of her until I get there.”

He took the blade. “Go now, sweetheart.”

Shane gripped my right arm and together, we walked toward the line of waiting ambulances. EMTs rushed toward us, and we allowed them to help us onto cots and load us into separate vehicles.

And as things began to calm, the reality started to sink into my dazed mind. Angus was free.

That’s what I needed to dwell on. I needed to think about the fact that Angus was free so I wouldn’t think about the bad shit. Because if I lingered on the bad shit, I would break down.

“Clayton,” I murmured.

“Ma’am?” the EMT asked. The scent of alcohol hung in the air as he scrubbed the bend of my elbow.

I closed my eyes as they worked, wishing I could talk to the captain to get some idea of what was going to happen in the coming days. The humans had created that mess. The humans had murdered people on that island. Perhaps the humans would be blamed for it, for once.

But somehow, I really doubted it.