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“I think we should go to the root cellar.” Cassia looked up to Rafe and then Julian. “This house…it’s masked.”
“But the rest of the property might not be,” Greyson said. “Maybe the wolf was onto something.”
Cassia pressed to her feet, fear starting to creep back into her mind. The room appeared to flicker back to how it existed in her memory.
“I think we should leave this house. This house needs to be cleaned,” she whispered.
“We can send for a witch later,” Greyson told her.
“Come.” Julian gave her hand a gentle tug. “I agree…we need to get out of here.”
“What if they planned to drink my blood?” Cassia’s whisper echoed in the empty room. “These humans. Who does this?”
As they passed through the kitchen, she swore she saw a flicker of light dance through the crack of a basement door. The house is coming alive.
“Did Greyson search the basement?”
“I did.” The vampire flashed next to her.
“Jesus.” She jumped back and clung to Julian. Her heart nearly burst out of her chest.
“Julian rolled his eyes. “People don’t like it when you do that, dude. Knock it off.”
“He’s right.” Rafe laughed.
As they approached the back door, Cassia glanced once more to what had at one time been the kitchen. All the cabinets had been removed as well as the appliances. The only evidence of a sink was a hole in the floor. Who lived here? What has been done in this house?
The loud smack of Julian’s foot breaking the locked back door down shook her contemplation. The rush of cool air filled her lungs as she inhaled a healing breath and stepped into the yard. The thick energy swirling around her immediately dissipated, yet a constant low buzz of magick remained.
In the distance, the last tendrils of light from sunset traced around the old root cellar. Cassia looked to the ground, her mind still racing. “Look. The grass is flattened. They’ve been here.”
“Recently,” Julian added.
“Look where it leads.” Greyson nodded toward the strips of grass that edged the woods.
“The root cellar.” Cassia hurried towards it so she could get a closer look. The arched door was tarnished. She knocked on it. Metal. “What is this?”
Greyson hissed, his fangs descending. “Silver.”
“You’re not affected by it?” Julian reached for her and inspected her hand.
“No, I’m chameleon. Silver doesn’t bother me.” She brushed the dirt off the door, revealing intricate etchings in the metal. “Here, do you see this? The inverted pentagrams. There’re more symbols here.”
“If I were human and wanted to hide a vessel from other supernaturals, this seems like a good idea,” Rafe said.
Cassia tugged on the door handle again, attempting to open it. “Shit.”
“Here. I got it.” Julian removed his coat.
“No, don’t touch it.” Cassia watched as he wrapped the leather around the knob.
“Nah, I got it.” With a grunt, the Alpha yanked on the doorknob and threw it across the field. He shook off his jacket and winked at his mate. “I’ve learned a few things over the years.”
“We make a good team.” Cassia shoved open the door, careful to push it all the way against the wall. The stench of death immediately slammed into her. “Jesus. What is that? Oh Goddess.”
“That, my dear, is a rotting human.” Greyson coughed and spat on the grass. “It appears they are keeping the bodies.”
“Jesus Christ, that’s nasty.” Rafe brought the collar of his shirt up over his nose.
