feat and Divine didn’t blame him. While the stand was on wheels and Bevy was one of the men and a big brute, Mac and the thin kid she didn’t know were the other two. She didn’t think they’d be able to move it either.
“I’ll help,” she announced, moving up to the end where the trailer hitch was. “You guys push and I’ll steer.”
The men nodded and rushed around to the other end of the small trailer.
“Ready?” she asked, bending to slip one hand under the hitch to lift it off the bricks it rested on.
Grunts and groans answered her as the men put their backs into moving the trailer. She wasn’t terribly surprised when it barely inched forward, in fact she was prepared for it and simply lifted the hitch upward and moved away from the RV, pulling the trailer behind her. Divine tugged it past the RV, weaved between a couple of other vehicles and into the center of the back lot before stopping and setting it down.
Walking back around the trailer, she grimaced to herself when she saw the three men standing a good twenty feet back, gaping at her and the trailer. Sighing, she moved toward them, quickly slipping into first one man’s mind and then each of the other’s and rearranging their memories a bit so that they recalled the hard, gut-wrenching, grunting work of pushing the trailer away from the RV.
“Good work,” Divine praised them quietly when she was done. “Perhaps you should go see if they need help with the Tilt-A-Whirl.”
The words were accompanied by a mental nudge that had them nodding, turning toward the RV, and heading away to find the others.
Shaking her head, Divine turned back to the trailer. The door was stuck, or appeared to be at first. After a moment, though, she got it open enough to realize that Marcus was lying in front of it. She called his name, but when he didn’t respond, she forced the door open, pushing his body across the metal floor inside as she did. Once she could slip in, she did, and then let the door slide closed and bent to examine Marcus.
The smell of burnt flesh was overwhelming in the small space and Divine had to hold her breath as she examined him. Fire was one of the few things that could kill one of their kind, although it took special circumstances to succeed with it. Trapping someone inside a burning building or vehicle was special enough . . . so long as that someone didn’t manage to escape before combusting. Marcus had managed to escape, badly burned but before the temperature had got so hot that he combusted.
Divine shook him gently, not really wanting to wake him to the pain he was no doubt in, but needing to know how bad he was. When he didn’t rouse at all, she shifted him away from the door, straightened, and peered out. The night sky was lit up not just by the fire, but by both red flashing lights and bright white ones, and she could see water arcing into the air around her RV. The firemen were hard at work.
“Blood.”
Divine glanced down at that word as Marcus suddenly caught her ankle in a hard grip. Easing the door closed, she knelt next to him again. “How bad is it?”
“Blood,” Marcus repeated.
Divine sighed, but nodded. “I’ll find someone.”
“No.” His hand tightened on her ankle. “My SUV.”
“What about it?” she asked with confusion.
“Blood . . . there,” he gasped.
Divine frowned, her confusion only deepening, and then she recalled the bags he’d carried into her RV and that he had even slapped one to his mouth and drained it. She asked with amazement, “You mean that bagged stuff?”
He grunted and Divine shook her head.
“We can’t survive on that, Marco. The nutrients die the moment it leaves the body. You need—”
“No,” he hissed. “Bagged.”
“Your bagged blood is in the refrigerator in my RV,” she said, and then added dryly, “And I am not going in there to get it.”
“More,” he gasped. “SUV.”
Divine clucked impatiently. Bagged blood would not help him through
“I’ll help,” she announced, moving up to the end where the trailer hitch was. “You guys push and I’ll steer.”
The men nodded and rushed around to the other end of the small trailer.
“Ready?” she asked, bending to slip one hand under the hitch to lift it off the bricks it rested on.
Grunts and groans answered her as the men put their backs into moving the trailer. She wasn’t terribly surprised when it barely inched forward, in fact she was prepared for it and simply lifted the hitch upward and moved away from the RV, pulling the trailer behind her. Divine tugged it past the RV, weaved between a couple of other vehicles and into the center of the back lot before stopping and setting it down.
Walking back around the trailer, she grimaced to herself when she saw the three men standing a good twenty feet back, gaping at her and the trailer. Sighing, she moved toward them, quickly slipping into first one man’s mind and then each of the other’s and rearranging their memories a bit so that they recalled the hard, gut-wrenching, grunting work of pushing the trailer away from the RV.
“Good work,” Divine praised them quietly when she was done. “Perhaps you should go see if they need help with the Tilt-A-Whirl.”
The words were accompanied by a mental nudge that had them nodding, turning toward the RV, and heading away to find the others.
Shaking her head, Divine turned back to the trailer. The door was stuck, or appeared to be at first. After a moment, though, she got it open enough to realize that Marcus was lying in front of it. She called his name, but when he didn’t respond, she forced the door open, pushing his body across the metal floor inside as she did. Once she could slip in, she did, and then let the door slide closed and bent to examine Marcus.
The smell of burnt flesh was overwhelming in the small space and Divine had to hold her breath as she examined him. Fire was one of the few things that could kill one of their kind, although it took special circumstances to succeed with it. Trapping someone inside a burning building or vehicle was special enough . . . so long as that someone didn’t manage to escape before combusting. Marcus had managed to escape, badly burned but before the temperature had got so hot that he combusted.
Divine shook him gently, not really wanting to wake him to the pain he was no doubt in, but needing to know how bad he was. When he didn’t rouse at all, she shifted him away from the door, straightened, and peered out. The night sky was lit up not just by the fire, but by both red flashing lights and bright white ones, and she could see water arcing into the air around her RV. The firemen were hard at work.
“Blood.”
Divine glanced down at that word as Marcus suddenly caught her ankle in a hard grip. Easing the door closed, she knelt next to him again. “How bad is it?”
“Blood,” Marcus repeated.
Divine sighed, but nodded. “I’ll find someone.”
“No.” His hand tightened on her ankle. “My SUV.”
“What about it?” she asked with confusion.
“Blood . . . there,” he gasped.
Divine frowned, her confusion only deepening, and then she recalled the bags he’d carried into her RV and that he had even slapped one to his mouth and drained it. She asked with amazement, “You mean that bagged stuff?”
He grunted and Divine shook her head.
“We can’t survive on that, Marco. The nutrients die the moment it leaves the body. You need—”
“No,” he hissed. “Bagged.”
“Your bagged blood is in the refrigerator in my RV,” she said, and then added dryly, “And I am not going in there to get it.”
“More,” he gasped. “SUV.”
Divine clucked impatiently. Bagged blood would not help him through
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