Chapter 9

"I'm fine." Kenzi said for the two hundredth time. Dyson was hovering over her, watching her every move. She knew he was worried, he'd seen something take over her entire body. Kenzi was worried too. She didn't have a clue what was inside her. But she did know that she felt like pure shit. She felt like she'd been run over by a bus, no, four buses.

"Are you going to let me get dressed now?" Kenzi asked. Dyson stared at her long and hard and then he finally moved back, he stepped right outside the door, giving her some privacy. Kenzi stood slowly. She felt terrible, dizzy, nauseas, shaky, and exhausted. She grabbed a bra and some panties and threw them on, followed by a black t-shirt and some jeans. She was too tired to give much thought to her appearance. After sliding on a pair of tennis shoes and running her fingers through her hair, she was ready.

"We should get you something to eat." Dyson said as she walked past him.

"We will on the way to find Hale." Kenzi took the stairs, she swallowed down the urge to throw up and she kept going even though she wanted to fall down and pass out. Dyson took the lead and they walked out to the Morrigan's car.

"You driving or me?" Dyson asked.

"You." Kenzi said. She didn't even feel like getting behind the wheel, normally she wouldn't pass up the chance to get behind the wheel, but now she just felt like she might pass out if she drove anywhere. Kenzi slid into the seat and Dyson hit the gas. They sped off down the road as Kenzi tried to stay awake.

"So…" Dyson started. He looked uncomfortable, like he was conflicted about something.

"So what?" Kenzi asked.

"Are we going to talk about what happened?"

"Which part?"

"The part where we had sex." Dyson said. Kenzi looked over at him quickly.

"Why would we need to talk about that?" she asked.

"Because we had sex. It wasn't just a kiss or a touch, it was sex, that's kind of a big deal."

"It didn't mean anything Dyson. I did it because if I didn't, you were going to die. End of story." Kenzi said. She was lying though, she was attracted to Dyson. He'd always been there for her, and that was important to her.

"Alright then." He shrugged. Kenzi sighed, she'd bruised his ego. No one wanted to hear that sex didn't mean anything. They were silent the rest of the car ride. Kenzi was trying her hardest to fight off passing out right there, and Dyson was brooding. They passed a lining of trees and Dyson turned down a dark paved road. Immediately in front of them was a gate. It was wide open and Dyson drove through. Kenzi wondered what the point of a gate was if it was open like that. She glanced over at Dyson who was looking around, his eyes darting back and forth. Kenzi mimicked him, looking into the trees that surrounded the road. They came out at an opening and in front of them was a huge house, one Kenzi had never seen before. It was bigger than three of the clubhouses. But something was off about the huge house, the front door was wide open and two men were lying on the steps, they weren't moving and Kenzi suspected that they were dead.

"Shit." Dyson growled out.

"Whose house is this?" Kenzi asked quickly.

"It belongs to Hale's family. It's a panic home. They come here when something bad is happening in the Fae world."

"And are those their guards?" Kenzi asked.

"Yes." Dyson said.

"Shit." Kenzi repeated.

"Stay right here, don't leave the car." Dyson said quickly before popping open his door.

"No way, I'm not staying in here." Kenzi shook her head.

"Kenzi, I don't know what's in there, I can't protect myself and you at the same time."

"I can handle myself Dyson. Plus what happens if whatever is in there comes out here and you're in there looking for it?" Kenzi asked.

"Lock the door." Dyson grinned.

"Dyson."

"Fine, let me see your hand."

"Why?" Kenzi asked.

"Because I want to see how your pulse is. We've had a rough day so far." He said. Kenzi sighed and stuck out her hand. Dyson took her hand and she heard a quick jingle before cold metal wrapped around her wrist.

"What the-" Kenzi whipped around and looked down at the handcuff around her wrist, the other side around the steering wheel.

"Dyson, what the hell?" she asked, jerking at the cuff.

"For your own good." he slammed the door and hurried toward the house.

"Son of a bitch." Kenzi ground her teeth. She couldn't scream at him because she didn't want to alert anything inside the house. She jerked at the cuff again but it barely gave her any room. She wondered if this was her punishment for saying their sexcapades meant nothing. She was leaned across the seat, her arms stretched so that the handcuff was not hurting her hand. She reached her hand out and grabbed the handle of the other door. The door popped open and she kicked it the rest of the way open with her foot. Kenzi listened closely, she really wanted to get inside the house. She needed to know what was going on, she had a right to know, just like Dyson did. Kenzi jerked her hand and the cuff moved upward a little bit. It bit sharply into her wrist and Kenzi clenched her teeth. She heard a shout come from inside the house, it was Dyson, she knew it. Her adrenaline kicked in and her hear began to race. She needed to get in there. Kenzi jerked her hand again and the cuff moved further up.

"Come on." Kenzi said. She grabbed her arm and tugged, a small whimper left her mouth as the cuff bit into her wrist and a small trickle of blood ran slowly down. She used the blood as lubricant and jerked her wrist once more and she was finally free. Kenzi cradled her wrist as she jumped out of the car and ran up the steps of the huge house. Her adrenaline was still pumping but it barely made her feel normal. She was still exhausted and she felt like she would fall over at any moment. But she had to keep going. Kenzi ran forward into the huge home and looked around quickly. Her eyes landed on the disheveled looking living room and then she heard grunts and glass breaking. She ran toward where she guessed the kitchen was. Kenzi erupted into the room and absolute chaos was going on. Hale and Dyson were both fighting with goblins. Hale was holding his own, getting a small note out every few moments to slightly disable the goblin's fighting skills, but Dyson was having more trouble. While he was a great fighter, goblins were good as well. They were wrestling, the goblin was holding a knife with two hands and trying to shove it down into Dyson's chest, Dyson was growling and holding onto the goblins wrists, trying to avoid getting stabbed. He had a cut along his cheek and a deeper gash to his upper arm. Kenzi thought on her feet, she looked around the kitchen and her eyes landed on a large wooden chair. She ran to it, wrapped her slim fingers around it, and with all her strength she swung.