Chapter 14: Where Is The Crystal?

Damon

Damon's gift hummed painfully underneath his skin. The agitating reminder of the time he lost every day. The mini-bus rattling in the distance made his heart pound against his chest. Travis. Finally. Had he found the crystal?

Damon blinked in the harsh afternoon sun as he dashed to the bus. "Welcome back." He clapped Travis on the back and hunted for a reason to drag him away and demand answers.

"I brought supplies. Renee called me and said we were getting low." Travis blushed sheepishly when Renee hugged him like everyone else.

Damon nearly growled.

"Did you get the gloves too that I asked for?" Renee asked.

Did she like Travis? Damon snorted. Perhaps she wouldn't if she saw his true form of a wizened old man with a bulging nose and chin and owl-looking eyes. "Why did he need to pick up gloves?"

"Gary tore his on the shovel. He's fine, but no one had a spare that fit him." Her look told him she'd this before.