by K. B. Draper
For the next two hours, they spoke to Lt. Boston, giving her first verbal then handwritten statements. They both left out their supernatural secrets, but told the truth when it came to Lydia’s death by the Blood Ring. Lt. Boston hadn’t believed the ring caused Lydia’s death, stating the more likely scenario was they had poisoned her somehow, and Daylen and Kanyon had just seen the bloody after effects. They both let Lt. Boston make her own assumptions, not really caring how she came to a conclusion, as long as she would be able to make the case of Lydia’s murder stick to both Junior and Senior.
“Where now?” Kanyon asked when they were finally allowed to leave.
“Home. I think we’ve both earned the rest of the day off.”
They drove in companionable silence until Kanyon pulled into Daylen’s drive and saw Daylen’s eyes were closed. “The whole Seeker thing takes a lot out of you, doesn’t it?”
Daylen rolled her head to the side and smiled weakly. “Pretty much, but I’m getting stronger. It’ll get better.”
“So, the case is closed …” Kanyon asked hesitantly.
“So?” Daylen teased.
“So, what now?”
Daylen unclipped her seatbelt and twisted slightly to face Kanyon. “Show’s not cancelled yet.” A grin spread across Kanyon’s face. “Kanyon, you know I don’t want this life for you.” Kanyon opened her mouth to protest, but Daylen held up her hand. “But if you’re okay with being the sidekick, then I guess you can ride on my coattails for a little while.”
“Sidekick? I totally kicked ass back there,” Kanyon stated in mock protest.
“Tonto, maybe Kato, because of that whole spinning back kick thing you’ve got going on.” Daylen reached back for the door handle.
“Are you freaking kidding me, Tonto? Kato? No way, I’m so … Wolverine.”
Daylen scoffed. “Rogue, maybe. Storm, tops.”
Kanyon squinted defiantly. Daylen chuckled at Kanyon’s mock distress then let the soft laugh die on her lips. “Kanyon, I don’t like that you could get hurt, more hurt,” she amended as she looked at Kanyon’s raw wrists then up to the new bruise forming on her face, “because of me.” She lifted a hand to touch the new bruise forming as a result of Junior’s fist.
Kanyon felt the immediate healing warmth and leaned into Daylen’s touch. “It would be more painful not being here for you.”
Daylen was taken aback by such an open admission. Her heart began to reel, her thoughts that maybe the Blood Ring … “Kanyon, I …”
Kanyon saw the reaction her words caused and felt Daylen physically flinch. She forced a smile as she gently removed Daylen’s hand from her face. “Go rest. It’s been a crazy day. We can just add all this to the list.”
Daylen nodded reluctantly, not wanting Kanyon to go, wanting the answers to all the questions the Blood Ring had caused her heart to ask. She wanted Kanyon to come inside with her. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“Absolutely.”
Daylen nodded again and got out of the car.
Kanyon watched Daylen for a few steps then hit the button to roll down the passenger window. “Daylen,” Kanyon yelled to her retreating back. “How about Wonder Woman? I’m totally Wonder Woman.”
Daylen threw a playful smile over her shoulder. “How about we just go with my Guardian?”
Kanyon pretended to contemplate. “Hummm yeah, see my Guardian, kind of sounds sidekick-y.”
Daylen quirked a challenging eyebrow. “Take it or leave it?” The wide grin Kanyon returned sent waves of heat and lust through her.
“Fine. I’ll take it. But I get to drive.”
Daylen smirked. “Deal.”
### The End (ish) ###