Brant: Science Fiction Romance (Enigma Series Book 11) by Ditter Kellen

Author:Ditter Kellen [Kellen, Ditter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DK Media, LLC
Published: 2018-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Brant stayed away from his bedroom for the rest of the journey back to Aukrabah. Syrina was angry and more than a little resentful of his blood coursing through her veins. The last thing he wanted was to cause her more stress.

Her wound had long stopped bleeding, and thanks to her Bracadyte genes, she was healing at a rapid rate.

Now that Brant had had time to think, she probably would have survived without his measly human blood. But at that time, watching her bleed out all over his bed, he hadn’t been willing to take that risk.

He would have given his life in exchange for hers, and that scared him more than anything.

Once they docked the yacht, Thrasher arrived in a black SUV similar to the one he’d procured for them a couple of days ago.

Oz stayed behind to do what needed doing with his yacht, while Pyre and Trescina climbed into the big three-seater.

Zyen walked alongside Syrina, who refused to allow anyone to carry her, of course.

Brant moved to climb in behind Syrina but changed his mind when he noticed the stiff set of her shoulders.

He closed the door to the SUV, stepped up to the driver’s window, and spoke to Thrasher. “I’m going to grab a bite to eat before heading back. Some of the restaurants and cafés have reopened in the area since the vaccine has become available to the public.”

Thrasher’s gaze bored into his. “You all right, man?”

“Sure. I’m just hungry.”

“I don’t guess I need to tell you to watch your back?” Thrasher muttered low. “Kerik is still out there somewhere. Not to mention the widespread epidemic of idiocy that started after the evacuation a few years back. Things may be trying to return to normal around here, but it’s by no means completely under control.”

Brant clasped his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “I can handle myself. I’ll be along shortly.”

With a nod, Thrasher rolled up his window and pulled out of the parking lot.

Oz came jogging over once the SUV had disappeared around the corner. “If you want some company, I’ll be happy to join you. I can deal with this yacht shit later.”

“I appreciate it, Oz, but I think I’ll wing it alone. I got a couple of places I’d like to stop at before I return to Aukrabah.”

“If you’re sure?”

“I am.” Brant sent him a quick, friendly salute and strode off in the direction of the closest café.

The smell of food reached his nose about ten minutes later. He trailed up to the front door of Cozette’s Café and pulled the door open.

All eyes in the place swung in his direction, distrusting and wary.

Not that Brant blamed them. It hadn’t been too long ago that the Incola virus had been sweeping through the area, along with looters, gangs, and thugs bent on harm.

Brant ignored the curious stares and made his way to the nearest table.

A heavy-set woman wearing a skirt and a pair of black, enclosed shoes ambled over to his table.

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