“Very well,” the thing finally said. “Bring Tyrell Small to me, and I’ll release you.” He bared his fangs in a grin. “You have my word.”
Like I’d believe you any farther than I could throw you. But Matthew grinned back at him. “I’ll need transportation. My car is in the garage of my apartment complex. It won’t be daylight for some time. Will one of your…people help me to get there?”
“Benito, you will take Señor Crist where he wishes to go.”
Benito bowed and came to Matthew. “If you will follow me?”
Matthew trailed after him. Once they were out of the mansion, Benito grasped his arms.
“Now tell me where to go.”
Hell? But Matthew simply said, “Take me back to where you first picked me up. I can make my way home from there.” Because no way did he want this thing to know where he lived.
