Chapter Forty-Six
Dylan
Despite the fact that I’d been in the middle of a meeting with a very powerful vampire family that could bring my little law firm a lot of business, Trevor’s call had been enough to make me drop everything. Already in the city, it had only taken me fifteen annoyingly long minutes to get to SpellBinders. Security was giving me the evil eye when I parked in the loading zone, but they could go fuck themselves. Allie was not walking any further than the curb after what had nearly happened tonight.
I changed my mind about her walking to the curb when I saw her tucked under Trevor’s arm. Without a thought, my feet were already moving as I stalked toward her. When I reached Trevor, our eyes locked for a moment, and he simply nodded, stepping back to let me pull Allie against my chest. That was when she burst into tears.
“Hush,” I soothed against the top of her hair. “You’re safe now,” I assured her, which actually made her cry harder.
“She’s pretty shaken up by the whole thing,” Trevor said, as if that weren’t obvious, but I didn’t call him on it because I could see he was pretty shaken up, too.
“I’m surprised that asshole Marcos is letting her go home,” I muttered.
“It was his idea,” Allie said around a sniffle.
“He’s also the one who saved her,” Trevor explained. “A demon trapped her in a room she was cleaning, and Marcos caught what was happening when checking the security cameras. He grabbed me on the way to the room,” Trevor explained.
There were no words to describe my shock. “I guess Marcos isn’t as much of an asshole as I thought.”
“He’s still an asshole,” Trevor said. “I would bet my left nut his actions weren’t simply to help Allie.”
“Agreed.” Allie’s sobs had subsided some. I needed to get her home so I could take care of her, and possibly put my fist through a wall to release some of my frustration. “I’m going to take Allie home. Have the police been called?”
Trevor nodded. “I pulled Allie into an alcove when the police showed up. They were on their way back to Marcos’ office. While I know she needs to talk to them, I figured it could wait until tomorrow since she’s not likely to provide more details than the security camera can.”
“Thanks, Trev,” I said, beyond grateful to my friend for taking care of my witch.
“No need to thank me,” Trevor said. “I’m going back in to talk to the police before I head home. Take care of her.”
“Always,” I said with sincerity before scooping Allie up in my arms and carrying her to the car. The fact that she hadn’t argued with me or insisted she could walk on her own was proof she wasn’t herself.
After I had her buckled in, I rushed to my side, climbed in, and pulled away from the curb.
“Sorry for scaring you tonight,” Allie said quietly.
I almost laughed at her apology. Not because it was funny, so much as because it was crazy that she’d apologize. “None of this is your fault,” I assured her.
I didn’t push her to talk because I knew she was upset. Hell, I couldn’t blame her. Trevor hadn’t given me all the details, and as much as I wanted them now, I could wait until Allie was ready to talk. How was I supposed to relax, knowing this kind of thing could happen to her at work?
“You were right,” she murmured about ten minutes later.
“About what," I asked.
“I need to quit my job,” she acknowledged, and I had trouble containing my relief. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about the sex part, but I can’t deal with this crap anymore.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I soothed, reaching over to give her thigh a gentle squeeze. “We’ll work this out.”