Seven
GRAY
“Nice speech, Aragorn.” Haley closed the guest room door behind us, then turned to face me, her arms full of supplies. “I assume you have an actual plan?”
The shaved head made the fire in her eyes burn even more brightly, and despite the dark circles beneath them, she looked energized and ready to rock.
“It’s percolating,” I said, shedding the robe and grabbing a T-shirt and an old pair of leggings from the closet. “But here’s the short version: you’re going to help me do some blood magic to track them down.”
“Gray, are you sure you—”
“Look, Hay. I don’t have a lot of time for a debate.” I quickly pulled on the clothes, then wrapped my hair in a bun. “Either you’re in on this, or you’re in my way.”
I held her gaze, my heart hammering behind my ribcage. I needed her help—w
