Chapter 36Ned could handle himself. Dane was more interested in locating Simmonds. The bastard couldn’t have gone far, not with a bullet hole in his shoulder and all the s**t going down. Even as Sean was directing them toward the ghosts, Dane was casting his eyes about to see where Simmonds may be lurking. There was still too much magic—Dane’s mind was jumpy, and he wanted more alcohol. The hair on the back of his neck was painfully erect, and the urge to rid the world of Simmonds hadn’t diminished.
“Dane,” said Sean as he tried to pull away toward a blood spatter.
“He got away.” He was probably pissing Sean off, focusing on Simmonds like this. “I’m ending this today.”
“We’ll find Simmonds after we help Ned. I promise.”
“He could be—”
“You shot him, right?” Sean sounded both hard and
