Chatper 94

Wynn flinched from the sun because his eyes have not seen daylight for a while and expected to boil into ash, so he clutched his arms over his face and was about to scream at the pain that didn’t come.

“Geuss, you are still a hybrid,” Michael chuckled.

“You are such an asshole,” Wynn shoved him away from him.

“Have you ever tried to use your vampire speed during the day? Clearly, you are not just any kind of hybrid.” Michael asked.

“If a hybrid tries to use their speed during daylight, they will burn,” Wynn explained.

“Sure, but not to death. Why don’t you try? If it burns, you simply stop,” Michael suggested.

“You clearly do not know how much it hurts when a vampire or hybrid burns,” Wynn objected and went back into the halfway house.

“Can you carry two of us?” Wynn asked, thinking since he can be out in daylight that they should get going.

“I can carry ten of you, maybe more,” Michael said.

Wynn walked over to the room where Deacon was sleeping and kicked the bed. “Tt is time to go.