Chapter Fifteen
As his pack’s cars drove out of the parking lot in a long row, Austin felt his phone vibrate. He hadn’t looked at his phone in a while. He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled it out.
Somebody was calling from an unknown number. He was about to answer, but then he saw that there were also six missed calls from Barry at the Watering Hole, so he sent the unknown call to voicemail.
“I’m going to make a call really quickly,” he said to Savannah. “If he even looks at you wrong, yell.”
Savannah flashed him a despairing look.
Yeah…and then what?
Without the tranqs, there was no way for them to get Roy to the Crescent Moon Pack’s property. Was it worth even trying? He’d be risking not just his life, but Savannah’s.
Then again, could he talk Savannah out of it? Unlikely, which meant they had to head out on a trip that was doomed to failure.
Once Roy decided to start fighting back again, it was just a matter of time before he wore Austin down.
He felt sick to his stomach as he stepped away from the truck and punched in Barry’s number. Why had he called so many times? His stomach twisted with tension as the phone rang.
And he was rewarded with Barry’s grouchy morning voice and a string of curses.
“Do you ever call at a normal hour, knob-head?” Barry yelled.
“You called me like six times!” Austin protested. “I thought it was an emergency!”
“I called you like six timesyesterday!Not at the ass-crack of dawn.”
“And? Why did you call? You miss my pretty face?” Austin said irritably. He’d been genuinely worried, damn it.
Barry groaned. “After what you told me, I brought my shotgun back behind the bar and loaded her up with silver bullets. And I hired a couple of guys to work security. And night before last, two rogues burst into the bar with guns, tried to rob us, and we killed them. So, free beer for life, my friend.”
“Really?” Austin said, astonished.
“Well, maybe not for life,” Barry mumbled. “Yeah, that’s a little much. Okay, free beer for a…year? A month. A month sounds good. I mean, you really do put them away. I think you got a hollow dick. Leg? Is it leg? I can’t think this early.”
“No, I meant, really, my vision came true?” For the first time in a long time, Austin felt a flare of real hope.
If his hazy vision had sort of foreseen the future, then, impossible as it seemed, he really must be a Seer. He truly wasn’t going crazy.
“You have visions that show the future? I don’t suppose you see lottery numbers?” Barry suddenly sounded very interested.
Austin barked out a laugh. “No, jerk. Only friends and family. And asshole bartenders. I see a lot of visions about asshole bartenders.”
“Well, now you hurt my feelings,” Barry grunted. “Free beer for aweek.” And he hung up.
Austin flicked a glance back at the pickup truck.
Roy had said that Austin shouldn’t fight the visions. And given that Korbin had lied to him about the fact that he was a Seer, he would very likely have given Austin the worst possible advice – telling him to fight the visions when he should have been relaxing and accepting them.
Of course, Roy was a lunatic.
But what did Austin have to lose?
He needed to know what the Washborn Pack had planned. He couldn’t lead Savannah into an ambush.
He flicked a quick glance at the truck to make sure she was still all right. She was standing there, hands shoved in her pockets, staring into the back seat of the truck.
He closed his eyes and pictured himself driving up to the entrance of the Washborn Pack property. He imagined his pickup truck driving through the huge arch of vines, gliding down the road, pulling up in front of the big brick mansion where Jason Washborn lived, picking Roy up and setting him on the ground, driving away…
