Something was seriously fucked up with that crystal. The way Sierra zoned out for a few minutes after touching it freaked me the hell out, but I had to trust Sierra knew what she was doing. Besides, I liked my dick intact, and I had a pretty good feeling I’d pissed her off enough for one day. While I changed, I prepared myself for what needed to be done. Sean asked if I would drive so we could leave Sierra his truck in case she needed it. Adjusting the tie at my neck, I left for Sean’s. I’d run home to shower and change after walking her back to the house. When I pulled in the drive, I thought about blowing the horn for half a second, then climbed out of the truck. Who was I kidding? I wanted to see Sierra again before we left. It would settle me and help me survive the next few hours. I walked in the front door and heard their voices coming from the kitchen. “Are you sure you should be messing with that again?”
