Rise to Submit [Rise of the Changelings, Book 4] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page B

man up and hurried to the truck. He balanced Ian in his arms as he opened the hatch, setting Ian down, and then crawled in with him. He grabbed blankets, wrapping them around the man, cocooning him in as he cradled Ian in his lap. As Ian lay dazed in his arms, Mason pulled his cell phone from his hip holster. He dialed Rick.
    “How close are you?” Rick asked after the third ring.
    “I haven’t gotten twenty miles from the pickup point.”
    The other end was silent for a brief moment. Mason looked down at Ian. His eyes were closed as his head rested against Mason’s chest.
    “Are you in some sort of trouble?” Rick finally asked.
    “You could say that,” Mason replied without pause. “Ian just had a seizure. Is that normal for him?”
    Rick cursed. “I don’t know. Let me go ask Dorian, and then I’ll call you back. Are you safe?”
    Mason glanced around looking at the deserted road on either side of him, and then he glanced at a corn field across the long stretch of road. Thank fuck Ian hadn’t run into that maze. “I’m off the main road.”
    “Hang tight and I’ll call you back.”
    Mason set the phone down next to him and tucked the blankets tighter around Ian. He wanted to take the man to a hospital, but Freedman had warned him that if the fake IDs were scrutinized hard enough, they would fail.
    Mason couldn’t chance that, but hell if he wasn’t pretty damn worried right now. A human life lay in his hands and he hadn’t a clue what to do.
    He hadn’t signed up for this.
    He was supposed to transport Ian to Rick and be done with it. He wasn’t supposed to be sitting in the back of this truck cradling the guy and praying that another seizure didn’t happen.
    His cell rang and Mason quickly picked it up. “Well?”
    “Dorian said it’s never happened before. Is he able to talk?”
    Mason glanced down at Ian, but the man’s eyes were still closed. “No, I think he’s asleep. Should I wake him?” Again, Mason had no clue what to do.
    “Just get him here as quickly as possible. Freedman has minimal medic training, but says he can try to help.”
    That didn’t set well with Mason. Minimal medical training was basically checking the man’s pupils and reflexes. That wasn’t going to do Ian a whole lot of good. But Mason’s hands were tied. He couldn’t take Ian to a hospital. “I’ll get there as soon as I can.”
    Mason hung up and then got out of the truck. He picked Ian up, carrying him to the front seat. He wanted to keep an eye on the guy. He strapped Ian in and then hurried to the driver’s side.
    This shit was not cool. Mason hated feeling panicked. He hated not feeling in control. Those were feelings he was not used to handling. This was so far out of his realm of knowledge that Mason wanted to quickly get Ian to Rick and be done with it.
    But he still felt Ian should get better medical care. The guy had had a seizure. Didn’t that mean anything to anyone? Mason grunted in irritation as he started the truck and backed out of the road he was on, heading in the direction he needed.
    “Are we there?” Ian asked as he pulled the blankets down just enough to see the road. His deep blue eyes were glancing at the road sign as Mason passed it.
    “It’ll be a few hours.” Mason was surprised that Ian was coherent enough to talk. “Are you comfortable sitting there with the injuries on your backside?” Mason wanted to make sure Ian wasn’t in any pain. It was a long ride to where they were going.
    Ian shrugged and then glanced over at him, and Mason could see that slip of uncertainty creeping back into the man’s eyes. The look made Mason think that Ian was trying to figure him out, but he wasn’t sure. The expression wasn’t fully developed, as if Ian was trying to hide the fact that he was puzzled.
    He reached up and turned the radio on, scanning the stations until he found some light jazz to listen to. It was something he liked to relax to once in a while, and right now, Ian