Rain came down in sheets and Bo drove on bleary eyed and a little too fast to be safe. Her mind wandered after miles and miles of sloppy roads and a guilty conscience in need of rest. She wasn’t ready for the sudden curve in the road. The back wheels swayed, skidding to the side and by the time Bo realized the jeep was going into a spin, it was too late: the soft-top jeep bounced into a trench end over end like a toy until, metal cracking and glass spraying, it skidded on its side and slammed into a tree. Dyson shifted before impact as did Tamsin, and both were thrown out before the vehicle came to a rest.

”Where’s Bo!” Tamsin shouted above the storm. She saw Dyson limping towards the jeep lying on its side. Bruce had kicked himself free and was turning the vehicle upright. Bo was still inside, the steering wheel pressed flush against her chest, metal wrapped completely around her left side. Bruce ripped the door off its hinges and snapped the steering column in half in order to free her. He lifted her gently, her body flopping forward onto him like a rag doll, and set her down upon the muddy earth. Tamsin surveyed Bo’s condition.

”This doesn’t look good.”

”She needs to heal,” Dyson answered. All three of them looked at each. Who would be the one? Tamsin pushed the two men aside and dropped to her knees beside Bo and brought her lips close to hers. She kissed her softly, applying more pressure, hoping that her natural succubus instincts would kick in and she would take Tamsin’s chi. She barely felt a tug.

Tamsin looked up at Dyson and Bruce. She put her ear to Bo’s chest, grateful for the faint heartbeat. ”I’ll keep trying but we can’t stay here. She’s going into shock.”

Dyson shook his head, his eyes turning yellow. ”I’ll be back,” he said, before shifting and running back to the main road.

Bruce stood over Tamsin, worried. ”What’s wrong?”

”I feel like she—”

”—what?”

” She’s in there but resisting.” Tamsin brought herself closer to Bo again. ”I swear to the gods if you die, I’ll kill you.”

Bo stirred. ”Drama queen,” she coughed, turning her head toward the Valkyrie.