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“Where will I sleep?”
“On the couch. I’ll grab some pillows and blankets for you.”
I nodded to that, sighing. “Fine. But if I wake up dead, I’ll haunt all three of your asses for eternity.”
“Deal.”
Isaac nudged his head for me to follow and began heading back toward the way we came.
Samara
34
Iwoke up the next morning at 10AM and checked my phone, happy to find the text from Isaac stating Rebel’s Reapers had shown up around two to take her home.
I laid back in bed and sighed, closing my eyes.Thank goodness.
Being able to help her made me feel really fucking good. So good that I happily sprang out of bed and was damn near dancing down the hall and toward the coffee pot in the kitchen.
“Hey,” Sky said cheerfully when she walked out her bedroom, just as I began grinding up the coffee beans. “You’re in a good mood this morning.”
“The best,” I answered, smiling. “The girl from last night. She’s home. We saved her.”
Sky smiled big; her eyes wide. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really.”
“I’m so happy for her. I hope she’s going to be okay.”
“Me too.”
“Do you think there will be something on the news about it?” Sky asked, rushing to the living room and cutting the TV on.
“It’s possible,” I said, turning away to get the coffee going. “But I doubt it. We might not hear anything about it for another day or two. I guess it all depends on how fast the media catches word on it.”
“I still want to check just in case. Oh, by the way, Happy Thanksgiving.”
I immediately bristled where I stood.Oh, shit.I completely forgot about Thanksgiving.
“You too,” I muttered nervously, telepathically demanding the coffee to hurry the hell up and brew.
“Holy shit, Samara. There was a massacre at this club downtown. It happened last night. They’re saying over fifty people were brutally murdered and the place was burned to the ground.”
I ignored her at first until the words “Gentlemen’s Club,” fled her mouth. My spine painfully straightened and within half a second I was in the living room, staring wide-eyed at the TV. Tears swelled my eyes as I took in the footage of the Gentlemen’s Club burned to nothing but fucking ash.
OH MY GOD.
JACE!
I left my phone in my room, so I told Sky to turn up the volume and sat down beside her, elbows on my knees and my hands covering my mouth. A few witnesses who survived the attack claimed it was sometime after 1AM when some madman started shooting up the club and blowing the place to hell and back with military grade weapons.
“Oh my God,” Sky whispered, her voice shaking. “Those poor people. I hope they got the bastard—”
I was up on my feet and dashing to my bedroom, frantically fumbling through my blankets until I found my phone. I scrolledthrough my messages and tapped on the number for Jace’s burner. I’d almost fallen to my knees when it went straight to voicemail.
No!
“Samara?” Sky rushed in the room, her face painted with worry. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
