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Beth hurried over and wrapped her arms around him, holding on to him for many seconds. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Thank you,” he whispered back, his hand stroking her head. Even while broken, he managed to comfort others. “Thank you for coming, Mah Belle Eveque.”
She straightened and looked at his father. He could’ve been sleeping other than the oxygen tubes connected to him. “He’s okay?”
He nodded and she eyed his hands, grasping his father’s. She moved closer to the bed and covered their joined hands with hers.
Seer suddenly stood and she turned, finding his gaze aimed at her, tears making them glow the brightest blue she’d ever seen.
“Beth,” he whispered, covering her hand with his other one.
She sucked in a breath at the hot vibration passing through her fingers and palm, holding his stare. “Seer?”
His eyes slowly closed and tears slipped down his face. A sudden rush of sorrow brought her gasp. “Please…Belle Eveque. Help me,” he whispered.
He pressed their hands tightly together and another wave of energy zapped through her. Panic brought her other hand on top of his as she stared at him trapped in a current of powers. “I don’t…I don’t know what to do,” she said, breathless.
“Tell him…to come back,” he said, his words shaking. “Tell them…to let him go.”
His mouth trembled as he stared at her, the hot energy spreading through her till she fought for air. “Let him go,” she gasped, closing her eyes. A darkness suddenly circled her, thick and hard, pressing into her body and chest then lungs. Panicked, she sucked in a sharp breath and yelled, “LET HIM GO!”
She stumbled back, hitting somebody, her terrified gaze locked on his father shaking in the bed.
“Beth,” Bishop called at her ear, his arms around her as she covered her mouth, watching in horror as Samuel covered his father's thrashing body, yelling “Mon Piere! Come back to me! Let him go!”
Patches flew into the room and her breaths came ragged as she dug her nails into Bishops arms. “Come back,” she gasped, blinking tears from her vision as they fought to remove Samuel. “Come back, come back to him,” she wailed, reaching toward him. “COME BACK TO HIM!”
“Oh fuck,” Bishop shot out, jerking her in reverse as Ruckus shot up in the bed with wide eyes and growling breaths bellowing out of him.
****
Patches collapsed onto his little cot, throwing his arm over his face. What. A fucking. Day.
He sat up before he passed out. The night was still young for him with the Hurricane on his ass. So much to do still.
He forced himself off the bed, sitting at the little desk and opening the laptop. He clicked the Facebook tab. “Yes,” he muttered, opening the message box. “Still available, thank you Texas.”
He typed, needing to verify what this thing did.Can you verify this tool can read blood markers? And if it can, how soon can I get this? He considered what else to say.Had a case of bat attacks and need it immediately.
He went to his email to check on his shipment of birthing kit supplies. Please let it get here by tomorrow. He had three pregnant patients nearing delivery and didn’t want to be caught without plenty of everything.
Hearing a ping, he hurried to his Facebook tab.Yes, it can. It’s ready to go and I can deliver. Will even set up and give a demonstration, no extra charge. Where are you located?
“Wow, fucking nice.” He typed,Atchafalaya Basin, Louisiana. Can pay extra for those services.
Not necessary. Call me to set something up. 555-555-2308. Tegan.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, not about to lose that. He made his way to the resident apartment downstairs, ready for a shower.
“Tegan speaking.”
He paused his steps at the female voice. “Yeah, I’m the one from Market Place needing that bat equipment.”
“Mr. Patches,” she said with a ball-busting-at-your service tone. “How soon do you need this and how will you be paying?”
“Needed it yesterday and I’ll be paying cash.”
“Not sure how paying cash will work,” she informed in the same sturdy way.
