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“Ivy! It’s me, Jex!” Jex shouts.
“Where is Aziel?” Charlie asks, worry painted across his features.
I point towards the house, trying to get the words out but my breath won’t come back to me. I swallow down nothing, coughing on nothing until I gulp down a gigantic breath.
“Inside! Please! Help him!”
“Go!” Jex barks at Charlie. Charlie makes a run for the house, his feet barely touching the ground.
Jex lifts me up like I weigh nothing, carrying me as he climbs the tree and jumps over the fence. Their SUV is parked on the other side, and West runs for it, opening the back door and tossing me inside.
“You have to get him. You have to get Aziel!” I cry.
Jex nods. “He’ll be okay. It’s Aziel. Charlie went to go get him.” He shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s side.
“No!” I scream when Jex hops inside. “Something is wrong. I can feel it.Something is wrong!”
Jex whips around, anger lining his face. “Ivy! Shut up!” I curl back into my seat. “I’m sorry, it’s just… calm down! Let him do what he’s trained to do. He’ll be fine!” He tears at his blonde locks, stress and worry overtaking him even though he won’t say a word about it.
We both sit silently and wait. Wait and wait for someone, or something to come out of the building.
Most of the people have left, I realize. Fled once the commotion started. A few remaining guests run out with worry and terror on their face, the guards nowhere to be seen.
When a van starts pulling up the driveway, a van that looks like one of Santiago’s, dread cements me to my seat.
“Oh God.” I cry.
“Shh. Calm down.”
“You have to go in there.” I plead.
He shakes his head, even with the indecision all over his face. “No. My orders were to take care of you. I’ll wait for him… but I have to make sure you’re safe.”
“Please.” I whisper to no one. Maybe myself. I wish this was a dream. A horrible nightmare that I could just wake up from. Wake up in Aziel’s arms back in his little cabin. Maybe back at the swing set at the clubhouse, where we’re all safe and protected behind the tall, solid walls.
Two men step out, one holding a black bag in his hands as they walk towards the house. They look familiar, but I’m not quite sure what their names are.
I crack open my door.
“Ivy!” Jex whisper-shouts at me.
“I’m not doing anything. I just want to hear what they’re saying.”
One of them talks on the phone to someone. “Sí, el Jefe está asegurado. Los Siete deberían estar dentro de la casa. Sí, lo tengo. Dame un minuto. Se hará.”Yes, el Jefe is secured. The Seven should be inside the house. Yes, I have it. Give me one minute. It will be done.
The blonde drains from my face, and my body cools. My veins stop pumping blood and I think my heart quits beating all together.
“Jex.” I cry out.
“What? What are they saying?”
“They think Santiago is gone. And they think you guys are inside the house.”
“Shit.” Jex says.
“What do they have?” I whisper.
The two men walk around the house, scoping inside of the windows. They must see what they are looking for, because one nods to the other who is holding the bag. The man holding the bag walks up to the front door and opens the bag. Grabbing some sort of box from the bag, he tosses it into the house.
