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“No, I’m sorry,” I say, squeezing her hand again. “But if you’re feeling okay, we should go. There’s a lot we need to talk about.”
“Jeez, you said it was only three days, right? How much did I miss?” Daisy turns and looks at Hayden, then at me, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “He’s not one of the guys I introduced you to at the bar.”
“I’ll explain everything, I promise,” I interject, letting go of Daisy’s hand. “But seriously, we should go.”
“Okay…” Daisy says hesitantly, then she turns to look at Morgan. “Thank you for… um, taking care of me. Uh, I’d give you my insurance card if I had my purse.” She pauses for a moment,a flicker of concern in her green eyes. “I’m lying. I don’t have insurance.”
“Hayden already took care of it,” Morgan says.
“Oh, um, yeah, there’s a lot you need to tell,” Daisy says, glancing at me. “Let’s go.”
Hayden leads the way and Daisy skips after him, way too much energy for someone who just woke up from a coma. I trail behind them, still a little confused and concerned.
Once we get outside, Daisy looks around. “Wow, where did you bring me? This isn’t even a doctor’s office.”
“He was the only one who could help,” Hayden growls, not slowing down.
Daisy shrugs and stretches, then skips down the alleyway. I haven’t seen her skip this much since we were kids. What happened to her? Then a thought hits me. What if it’s because I gave her my blood? Could that have done something to her, since I’m not exactly human? I really hope not.
“Oo, nice ride,” Daisy chirps when we get to the SUV. She opens the back door and hops in without a second thought, then I hear a scream. “MY EYES ARE GREEN!?”
“Oh no,” I mutter, pulling the passenger door open. “Um, I don’t know what happened. The blood transfusion, maybe?” I glance at Hayden and he shrugs.
“Could be,” he growls, then he walks around to the driver’s side.
“Hmm,” Daisy leans across the backseat, looking in the rear-view mirror. She yanks the ribbon out of her hair, looks at it, then tosses it in the seat beside her. “Well, I don’t hate them. IfI was in a coma for three days, and this is the worst of it, I guess I won’t complain. But that’s weird, right? Like, that kind of stuff doesn’t usually happen when you get a blood transfusion. Not that I’m an expert.”
“If you think that’s weird…” I begin, not finishing my sentence.
“We’ll talk when we get to the safehouse,” Hayden interrupts, turning the ignition.
“Safehouse? Am I in witness protection or something?” she questions.
“They still haven’t found Xander,” I say, hoping that won’t lead to a million more questions. “Until they do, you’ll have to lay low. It’s the best way to keep you safe.”
“Does this safehouse have alcohol?” she asks.
“Yes,” Hayden replies quickly.
“Alright, I’m good,” Daisy chirps. “But you better tell me everything once I’ve got a drink in my hand.”
“I will,” I say, turning around in my seat and putting on my seatbelt.
I’m not sure how Daisy is going to react. She’ll probably tell me I’ve lost my mind. I would, if the roles were reversed. But she’s my best friend, blue eyes or green.
I have to tell her the truth.
CHAPTER 23
Ansley
The new safehouse is on the north side of Chicago in a nice, residential neighborhood.
From the outside, it looks like the rest of the houses on the cul-de-sac. It’s a two-story colonial with pale off-white siding, gray shutters, and a well-maintained lawn that wouldn’t draw a second glance from a neighbor.
Inside is a different story.
The front door is wider than most doors, the frame reinforced with steel beneath a veneer of wood. Every doorway has been expanded. Hayden and his brothers could easily pass through them in their true Human Forms. The rooms are bigger too, as is most of the furniture.
