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Chapter Sixteen
Where the Road Ends
Logan’s friend leaned closer to me in the back seat. The smell of pine trees mixed with the sickly scent of blood. His skin paled. The blood seeped from his torso onto the black leather seats. He pressed into the gunshot wound, but his efforts were in vain. The blood trickled over his palms.
“Do you understand what they are saying?” he asked me over the sound of the engine.
“Yes.” I used absolutely all of my energy to turn toward him. “You don’t?”
He coughed, and rivulets of blood escaped the side of his mouth. “Well, they aren’t speaking English. But I know my brother doesn’t speak anything except for poor English. He failed intro to Spanish in high school. Even after repeated tutoring… although I’m not sure he actually studied with his tutors.”
Brother.
I should have noticed the resemblance sooner. He had Logan’s green eyes—or maybe Logan had his green eyes. He appeared to be a few years older than Logan. His skin was a bit lighter, and his hair was cropped short. His face was clean-shaven, while Logan had a full beard. However, the likeness was uncanny.
I scooted over the space between us so I could place my hand over his. “I can put pressure on that for you.”
He lifted his hands, and blood ran quickly down his side. His shirt was soaked with the crimson stain.
He groaned when I pushed into the hole high on his abdomen. I tried to seal the wound with both of my hands. He was bleeding so fast.
Could I heal a wound that wasn’t from the creatures?
I tugged on the light inside me, but it didn’t respond. It was there. I could still feel that part of me, but it was almost dormant—it was trying to recover itself. I wrenched deeper inside me, but it refused to budge.
No. I need you now.
“Logan, drive faster!” I yelled and turned my head to look at the driver’s seat.
Logan peered at me in the rearview mirror. I held up my blood-soaked hands.
“Fuck,” he said. I saw the terror on his face for his brother.
I slid off the seat and crouched down, so I could put more weight onto the wounds.
“Logan told me he had a brother he sees more than he’d like.” The blood wouldn’t stop oozing over my fingers.
“He’s kind of an asshole like that. I’m… Daniel… his older brother.” His chest now rose and fell rapidly.
Shit… How long would it take us to get to the harbor? Daniel’s eyes were glazing over from the pain.
I opened my mouth to ask how long until we reached the harbor before I understood the weight of the situation. There was not going to be advanced medical care at the harbor. We were leaving via the harbor—not going toward a hospital.
“He needs a doctor,” I yelled. Then I thought of Dr. Miller. “A real doctor.”
“We don’t stop,” the gray-eyed man said bluntly.
“They will find him if we stop, Charlie, and they will kill him,” Logan said, taking a sharp turn onto the highway.
I looked to the front passenger’s seat at Gray Eyes. His eyes were closed like he was meditating on something.
What the hell!
“Hey, Gray Eyes, I could use a little help back here. I would hate to interrupt your nap time, though!”
He must have understood my sarcasm, because he looked back at me like he was going to melt me with his silver eyes.
“He is dying. Only you can help him… only the Valkyrie’s touch can shield him from death.” He turned back around and closed his eyes.
