Page 42 of Dark Fey Captive

“Your friends are coming,” he said after a moment.

“Friends?” I echoed, feeling a hint of panic.

“The engine is the same.”

He couldn’t possibly tell just based on the sound of the engine, could he? Then I thought of Maggie. With her hearing aids in, she noticed changes in the sounds of engines that no one else did.

He turned and started toward the marina road.

“Wait,” I said, pressing my hands against his chest.

He paused.

“Let’s go to the house.”

“You don’t want to greet them?” he asked, frowning.

“I thought you were trying to get what I wanted so you could get what you wanted. Don’t you want to have sex with me anymore?”

His pupils went wide just as the faint sound of an engine reached my ears.

I ran my fingers lightly over his skin to keep him focused on me.

“Show me the house you found, and I might be more willing. Okay?”

He pivoted and started sprinting away from the lake.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and blinked at how fast he moved. Faster than I would have ever thought possible. No wonder he returned with supplies so quickly.

He paused at a car with a broken-out window. Another ‘eep” escaped me when he bent over with me in his arms. He just held me tighter with the single arm under my legs as I clung to his neck and he picked up the tire iron on the ground.

Straightening, he banged it against the street light.

The metal-on-metal gong rang out loudly.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“Calling the infected.”

My heart dropped into my stomach.

“What?” The word was barely more than a breath. “Why?”

“To protect your friends.” He hit the light again.

An infected called out from not too far away.

“What about us? You’re going to call more in, and the area will be crawling with them.”

“They have been here since the day you came. This will call them away from the water so your friends can dock their boat safely.”

He banged on the metal a few more times. The infected calls increased, proving his words true.

I spotted the first one running our way and tapped Nav’s shoulder urgently. He looked where I pointed and started walking—yes, walking—down the road.

It didn’t matter to me that his stride was faster than the infected’s shamble. The idea that he wasn’t in a rush to get away worried me.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a harsh whisper.