“Do we need to do anything else to get him out of here?” Gideon asked.
“I don’t think so.”
Jesse approached the circle cautiously, hoping the protection spell had died with Castelain. Ethan’s eyes were still closed, but his lids were fluttering. Jesse didn’t want him to wake up in a strange dimension, in a room full of blood. Nothing repelled him as he reached out to touch Ethan’s arm. He bent and lifted the thin man easily from the bed that had become his prison.
He nodded at Gideon. “Do you want to carry him or the hurlbat?”
Gideon grimaced. “Oh, sure, you get the kill and I get the choice between the schmuck or the blade. Remind me next time to show up a little earlier so I get more of a say in the matter.” Scooping Emma up into his arms, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket as he crossed the room to the hurlbat. Carefully, he picked it up, being sure to keep it from touching either him or Emma. “We need to get home now. I don’t like the way Emma’s heartbeat sounds.”