Immortals And Melodies (Blood And Guitars #2) by Heather Jensen Read Free Book Online Page B

police officer was examining the hood of Trey’s Mazda when Officer Dunn gestured for me to step away with him.
    “I’ll be right back,” I said to Trey, hating to leave him even for a second. Then I followed Dunn to his police car where we could talk privately. “I trust you’ll help detour Officer Murray if he gets wind of this,” I said. Officer Murray had been the cop who investigated Wes’s murder, and although we now knew more about Wes’s killers, we had to keep Murray and the other humans out of it for their safety.
    Officer Dunn nodded. “I’ll take care of things on our end. Just make sure you both stick to whatever story you come up with.”
    “There’s something else,” I said. “I managed to break through to one of the vamp’s minds as they were leaving. The only thing I caught was ‘she won’t be happy the human survived’.”
    Dunn furrowed his brow. “Any idea who she might be?”
    I shook my head. “No idea, but I have a feeling she’s the answer.”
    Dunn nodded and pulled out his cell phone to make a call. I left him to deal with the other police and made my way back over to Trey’s Mazda. I found my phone a few feet from the passenger door and was pleasantly surprised when the screen lit up at the touch of a button. I put it in my pocket and headed straight for the ambulance. Trey was inside lying on the gurney, gritting his teeth against the pain while the young EMT checked his blood pressure. I climbed up and sat on the bench seat across from him. He was a hot mess, still covered in drying blood that had gushed from his nose.
    “Is this really ... necessary?” Trey spoke through gritted teeth and pointed to the neck brace after the EMT deflated the cuff on his good arm.
    “Yes. At least until a doctor at the hospital says otherwise. You might have hurt your neck in the accident. You’re sure you don’t remember the other driver?”
    He inhaled deeply, breathing through the pain. “I’m sure.”
    “How about you?” she asked, turning to look at me.
    “I was asleep before the crash,” I said, not knowing what Trey had said to her.
    “That’s too bad,” she said, giving me a sympathetic smile. “I’m Karen, by the way. Judging by the looks of your car, you’re both lucky to be alive.” I had to stifle a humorless laugh. She had no freaking idea how true that was. “Memory loss is usually a sign of head trauma,” she said, turning back to Trey. “Your shoulder is dislocated. A doctor is going to have to put it back in place. I’m going to start an IV and then we’ll get going.”
    Trey sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds. His thoughts rang out loud and clear, despite the incredible pain he was in. I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have told them I couldn’t remember the other car. Now they think I have a brain injury or something.
    I reached over and ran my fingers over his hair, trying to block out the image of him slumped over the steering wheel. I hoped he really didn’t have a brain injury. What else were you supposed to say? I responded silently, projecting into his mind. I’d say it was pretty quick thinking.
    “You might feel a little pinch here,” Karen said to Trey as she slid a needle into a vein in his left wrist. The other EMT closed the back of the ambulance, and a moment later, we were en route to Morton Plant Hospital. I really wished Mark wasn’t in Miami. It would have been nice to have him waiting for us at the hospital.
    If you really do have X-ray vision, now is a good time to tell me, Trey thought. He smiled and I reached over, running my fingers along his damp hair.
    If that ever happens, you’ll be the first to know, I thought back.
    Let’s just pop my shoulder back in and get on with it, he added.
    I shook my head. How is it that you’re a rock star and you haven’t gotten used to people making a fuss over you yet?
    Whatever , he thought lightly, which was the mental equivalent of an eye roll.
    I grinned and silently added, At