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“Hello,” he answered.
“Reese, is Faye there?” Bex’s slightly frantic voice came down the line.
He glanced to the side, but both women were completely out still. “She’s asleep.”
“At this time?” Bex seemed surprised. He wasn’t sure he blamed her. Faye was an early riser.
“It’s only just gone seven, Bex,” he told her, having checked the time on his own phone which had been lying next to Faye’s.
“Oh, right yes. Sorry, Fi’s had me up since the crack of dawn.”
“It’s still dark,” he pointed out, and could have sworn he heard Bex scowl down the line.
“You know what I mean.”
“Sorry, yes, I do. But Faye’s still asleep. We had a late night.”
“Anything fun?” Bex asked, despite herself. He held back a life. That was so like Bex. They both knew she’d called for a reason. But they also both knew she’d called for a reason. With a young child now, there wasn’t any chance she’d waste the time with a phone call at seven am. Even so, she was asking after their social life. He supposed it came from knowing them as a couple for so long. He guess she’d have get used to thinking of them as more now.
“Yes, very,” he replied truthfully.
Soft hands touched his back, followed by kisses peppered over his shoulder. “Morning,” Penny whispered, and Reese smiled to himself. After the night before, she seemed a lot more rested than she had before. But that was good as far as he was concerned. Anything that had either of his mates happier was good in his book.
“Good.” The word was followed by silence, which made him wonder just how bad whatever Bex had to say actually was. He stayed quiet, too worried by what it might mean to say anymore. “They found them.”
“Where are they?” he asked, not at all surprised by the subject of the phone call. Nor by the fact Bex had assumed Faye had already told him about their call the previous night. Penny rested her head against his shoulder, listening intently. He didn’t mind, neither of them would hide anything from her. She was their mate, it was all about being open.
“The abandoned mill,” Bex said.
Reese’s blood turned to ice. They’d played their as children. As had a lot of the other paranormals they’d known over the years. If that was where the hunters had set up shop, then it boded very ill for the community as a whole. He hoped people had stopped letting their children head out that way, but he doubted it. The mill was too intriguing for that. No one knew who it had belonged to, and children had always made up stories to go with it, ranging from evil vampires, to fairy tale like beasts.
“Are you sure?” he asked eventually.
“Yes.” Bex’s voice sounded small, and scared, and he wondered whether she’d taken Fiona up there. He doubted it. She was probably still too worried about the little girl getting kidnapped again. Hell, he was worried about the little girl getting kidnapped again. She seemed to have come out of last time alright, but that was probably something to do with Mia finding her. There was something comforting about a family presence, he was sure.
“Okay, we’ll get on it as soon as Faye’s awake.”
“Thank you,” she responded, breathing a sigh of relief that was audible down the line.
“And Bex?”
“Hmm?”
“Keep you and Fi safe. Maybe go stay with Mia and Felix or something?”
This time, Bex laughed. “And the house where my sister managed to get herself drugged by a potion and didn’t notice, is safe from the hunters.”
“I suppose you may have a point. But it’s another two people about to watch after Fi. Three if Felix’s sister is about.”
“I hardly think Autumn is the right role model for a four year old.” At least Bex sounded amused now. Though she did have a point. The stories Felix had told about his younger sister didn’t exactly paint her in the best light. She was trouble with a capital t, and that was even without their father’s search for a husband to deal with. Apparently he was an old school dryad who believed marriage would sort his wayward daughter out.
“True, but at the moment, what’s more important? Her safety? Or the impression that a few days with an off the rails dryad will do?”
“Good point. I suppose so long as Autumn doesn’t take her on one of her jobs, it’ll be fine.”
“Somehow, I doubt she’d do that. A four year old would probably slow the process down.”
“You’d think,” Bex admitted, before slipping into silence.
