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“I’ll bite other things too when we’re back. I promise.”
He had me pinned to the mattress and entered me with a single thrust that made my eyes roll back even as I winced.
“Just right,” I breathed when he didn’t immediately move.
He took his time, loving me twice, then helped me shower.
It was close to ten by the time we finally headed out. No infected had found their way into the house overnight, but a few lingered in the yard. Rather than take the car, we moved everything over to a truck so Molev could ride in the back.
He cleared any roadblocks we encountered and killed the infected.
Some of them still showed signs of intelligence that I didn’t like, but none of them had red eyes, supporting my theory that those were the ones that had died.
The detours around the larger cities ate up the daylight, and I was starting to worry that we’d need to find another house until I saw the sign for St. Louis. I pulled over near an abandoned car on the highway and took out the maps I’d collected throughout the drive. While Molev siphoned the gas, I planned the next leg of our journey home.
“What do you think?” I asked when he returned. “Should we push through or find somewhere for the night after St. Louis?”
“Push through,” he said. “We’re close.”
Once daylight faded, his eyes saw farther than the headlights. He tapped on the roof a few times for me to stop so he could deal with whatever was blocking the road. An infected came out of nowhere one of those times and tried my door, but I’d locked it, thankfully.
That infected lost its head quickly.
We turned onto Tolerance’s road well after dark, and that was a good thing. The night kept me from seeing every gory detail in the sea of undead surrounding the place or the fey who walked among them, picking up the bodies and loading them into the back of trucks like the one I drove.
I did a Y turn where I was and backed in as close as I could.
When I stopped, Molev hopped down and opened the door. He waved over the closest fey as I looked over the fields of dead. Most of them were headless. Some lay where they fell, their heads still on.
“Did the others return?” he asked the fey.
The man nodded, looking extremely tired. “At midday. They are helping clear the remaining infected.”
Relief coursed through me as someone called the fey’s name. He nodded toward Molev and jogged away to climb into a waiting truck.
“Looks like our passionate night together will need to wait,” I said.
He grunted and kissed my forehead. “I will take you inside and return to help.”
A few of the fey called out half-hearted greetings when they saw him running with me but continued picking up bodies and carrying them to the trucks. We passed one with its head still attached, and it stood suddenly.
Another fey quickly ran over and beheaded it.
“Some are still alive,” he said. “I’ll go with you.”
He ran as an escort until Molev cleared the wall.
Inside, the streets were stained with more blood, and I felt a twinge of guilt for stopping the night before.
“Molev!” a woman called. She ran toward us, her blonde curls bouncing. “God, am I glad to see you.”
She didn’t wait for him to put me down but hugged us both.
“Can you please talk to Merdon? He’s at Cassie’s and won’t stay down.” She sounded angry, but I could see the extra sheen in her eyes.
“How about I help with that?” I asked. “It looks like the guys outside could really use Molev.”
She nodded, and Molev put me down.
