“So bloody and naked is not in fashion? What a shock.”
“Don’t be a pain. My spare clothing I have might sort of fit, the other cats are taller but bigger, so it will be baggy and have to do.”
Chapter Seventy-Five
We made our staggering way to the open shower; he could sit on the long bench as I scrubbed myself, and we peeled the remains off him to see the damage. He was bruised, cut up and looked like shit. The blood neck bling didn’t help much but seeped fresh blood. I could get the club scents, blood, and everything clean enough not to taste what I had ripped into earlier. People left an unusual taste as I scrubbed until my gums bled to purge the flavor. I helped him clean, washing his thick sandy hair until it shone, seeing it was grown again to get in his eyes. I went to old habits, not bothering to stop. He didn’t say anything but moved and shifted when I needed him to, even he seemed to flow back into the practices of when we were together.
He was leaner than before, knowing the ways he was probably ignoring eating for some great project but bothering to keep in some shape. He and I had the military training, ingrained physical activity stuck well past the years of service. He didn’t appear to have new scars, showing he was keeping out of some trouble, might over the neck once this was over. Once done, he carefully patted himself dry. I shook off the water but had to make a few calls to handle the dead bodies in my place. Thankfully I worked in a not so legal gang and had plenty of contacts looking for extra work without a lot of questions I really didn’t feel like answering. While I set up some cat friends to get rid of the trash, I got my hair into a long French braid and added a product to avoid the frizz. Tossing on clothing while setting things up, I went for the leggings with the leather over them with a tank and my leather driving jacket. I then added my holsters and leather satchel. I tossed Caleb several pairs of pants and tee shirts, so he could see which might fit. The pants would be long enough, and the tee shirts would hang on him, but they would have to do. The shoes I had to grab from the blood to wipe off and hope for the best.
With a few motions, I got him dressed and finished getting ready myself. I found an old flip phone I used for emergencies, and it was charged with prepay to work for a few days. Until I got it sorted out what to do with him and these many problems. I made the call to Anna and left a message. She rarely answered, the attempt was made, and the warning sent. I got the text that several of the boys would head over to handle the bodies and cleanup. Caleb and I began to get down the staircase, leaving my door unlocked for the crew; only a few of my neighbors poked heads out assuming I was rough with my sex partner and I certainly wasn’t going to alter that opinion right now. Kinky sex was simple to explain that oh look, my ex is here, bleeding and needing help from supernatural forces and a few dead bodies in the apartment. Yup, kinky sex sounded better.
Caleb kept quiet while we walked to the garage to get my bike. I helped settle him on the back of the bike; my boys with the club would enjoy him riding bitch. He sat behind me, wrapping his arms around me as I kicked the bike into gear. We left the comfortable morning to head out of San Antonio to a smaller nearby community.
Some of the odder supernaturals tended to stick there, and Anna helped with hiding magic flares, but it was nearly an hour drive to get there. It was a quiet drive, comfortable being early Wednesday morning. Most of the commuters hadn’t started their trek into work yet as dawn came over the horizon with just the truck drivers and me on the roads. We made it close to Lemming, to kick off the highway toward one of the small little towns. The town didn’t register on any map, small enough to have less than a hundred people without even bothering with a post office. We had to get off the main road onto an uncomfortable dirt road to head out to the small little ranch house painted in a brilliant shade of green with black shutter doors and trees that didn’t belong anywhere outside of Lovecraft’s nightmares. They made for an impressive garden of protection and were well known for their danger and tendency to eat people. I parked far enough away to avoid Anna’s pet plants and keep my bike from becoming a chew toy for whatever new things she had been growing. I hadn’t been out here since spring, and she generally tinkered over the summer to make new things.
We got off the bike. Caleb was able to walk uncomfortably beside me as I took the bolt cutters I had brought along with the oversized bag of taffy for Anna. I could see her
