48: Needy, little— (I)

Something was moving under me. I pressed my hands into the hard surface and groaned. I could hear voices, eerily familiar voices. I almost panicked until I realized that was a good sign. Waylen was here with me. He saved me. Unless… unless he was the one who took me in the first place.

I peeled my eyes open. Red lights hit my side of the window as we waited for the light to turn green. Waylen hadn’t noticed I was awake. He was on the phone, growling to the other person on the line about a man and some hunters. The name, Kane, didn’t ring any bells, but Waylen’s tense side profile was an assurance that he didn’t like the man.

“Is he still at the party?” he said into the phone. The person’s reply must have pissed him off. He snatched the phone from his ear and tossed it on the console. “Fucking council.”

Horns blared as the light turned green. There was a rush as cars in line tried to get ahead of each o