Boaz glanced at him and stilled again.
His eyes were still red. More intense than Boaz had ever seen.
“Where are we going?” Alexander asked, his voice rough. “I thought you were taking me to a healer.”
“I am,” Boaz said.
Silence filled the car again, thick and uncomfortable.
“How much further?” Alexander asked after a few seconds. This time, the strain in his voice was worse.
“We’re almost there. Just relax,” Boaz said, his brows pulling together. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Fuck…” Alexander dragged a hand through his hair, his breathing uneven. “I can’t take it. I’ll meet you there.”
Boaz shot him a look. “What?”
“I need to get out of the damn truck,” Alexander said. “I can’t take the smell anymore.”
The smell? What smell?
“But you don’t even know where we’re going,” Boaz said.
“I’ll find you,” Alexander replied. “Your damn smell won’t be hard to track.”
And then he was gone.
Boaz blinked, staring at the empty seat for a second.
“The smell?”
Frowning, he sniffed at himself, lifting his arm slightly.
“Fuck you, I don’t smell,” he muttered, shaking his head as he focused back on the road. The rough gravel giving way to smooth pavement as he entered town.
On either side of the road, small, quaint shops lined the street. The hand-painted signs never failed to make Boaz smile. It helped push away the strange tension Alexander had left behind.
Boaz drove past the town center and into the residential area. At the end of a cul-de-sac sat Manlius’s coven, the property taking up most of the block.
Boaz pulled into the driveway and cut the engine.
For a moment, he just sat there, waiting for Alexander to appear.
He didn’t.
Shit.
Did he run away?
Boaz frowned as he climbed out of the truck. He paused for a moment, scanning the driveway, as if the bastard would appear any second.
But still he didn’t.
“Fucking hell,” Boaz grumbled in annoyance before turning and heading up to the door. He raised his hand and knocked.
A few minutes passed before the door was opened. Manlius stood there, his eyes immediately flicking over Boaz’s shoulder. When he found no one, his eyes settled back on Boaz.
“Don’t ask,” Boaz said, brushing past him and stepping inside. “He said he’ll be here.” The moment he crossed the threshold, Boaz wrinkled his nose, the heavy scent of incense and melted candle wax overwhelming him.