Chapter 42: Ashton, Part 5

Ashton wished they had time for Loren's change to finish, but they didn't. Two hours had already passed when Ashton called it.

"Sorry, but we gotta go."

He tugged Loren up onto the bike and headed back home the roundabout way. Loren clung to him, face buried in his back as he fought off a wave of pain. Ashton remembered when he'd done the change. Though his memories were a smear, he knew that the first few hours had been at the headquarters, lying on the floor, curled in a ball, ringed by the guys. They'd watched, and some had laughed and made bets on whether he'd survive, as if there was a chance he might die from the agony.

As sunrise had grown near, the vampires had left one by one for the safety of their bed wherever the hell that was. That was one thing Jessie never shared: where they slept. There wasn't a basement or cellar at the headquarters, and none of the windows were covered, so they had to spend the day somewhere else.