That didn't last long, unfortunately.
We ended up in the basement after all, but with Jared walking down the stairs right in front of me, it didn't seem so daunting at first.
Calder carried Drew down the stairs, setting him on the carpet near the wall—a lot more carefully than Lucian would've, I thought.
Drew had been the only one who'd done any damage during our escape other than Calder. I hoped that meant Calder saw him as an ally rather than a threat.
I kept shooting glances at him, at his closed eyes and limp limbs. I had to keep telling myself that he was safer unconscious, and that I couldn't just snuggle up to him and hold him. Not if I wanted to help us both longer-term.
Two more people trooped down the stairs, too, appearing from nowhere in this clown car of a house: a heavily tattooed guy with long blond hair who turned out to be Lirien, the mysterious shaman, and a serious, dark-haired alpha named Jace whom everyone deferred to, it seemed like.
