My body screamed for sleep, but I had Justin take me to the Lair. Fortunately, he’d taken Shanelle to the Assembly first—Shanelle, Drake, the others. Since their kidnapping and captivity was somewhat of an issue, as Justin had called it, he’d decided it would be better if they all spoke with the Assembly first, filed their formal complaints and all that bullshit. Complaints—after being kidnapped and tortured. Even if they knew who’d done it, nothing would be done to them. But if they had the complaints filed, they’d have something of a defense if the people who’d done it attempted to come looking for them again. At least if it happened here in Florida. The laws here, at least, were slowly getting better and we had some protection. While she was tending to that, I had every intention of finding Damon. Sadly, he wasn’t around when I got there. Voices went quiet, briefly, as I climbed out of the car. Justin joined me at the curb, looking almost as haggard as I felt. He held my bag out and glanced around for a moment.
