Jo dropped to her knees and clutched Abbey’s arms. “Talk to me.”
Alia sighed, blowing out the air through her nose. “She had a vision while we were in the middle of a history lesson.”
Abbey’s bottom lip wobbled. “Grandpa and Dad are in trouble,” she cried. “You have to call Dad.”
I dove into my bag for my phone when Tripp rushed in. His skin was stark white, his bronze eyes glued to Jo, powerful terror jumping off him and clinging to me.
I staggered where I stood. “It’s Roman, isn’t it?”
“A bomb went off in the basement of the building, inside the tunnel leading into the prison cells,” Tripp said on a heavy breath. “The helicopter will be ready in fifteen minutes.”
Abbey threw her arms around Jo and cried.
Alia touched her hand to her mouth.
Jo rubbed Abbey’s back. “Shh. I’m sure Dad and Grandpa are okay.”
Somehow, I didn’t think so. If Abbey had a vision, then she knew their fate, and by the looks of Abbey bawling her eyes out, it wasn’t good.
My heart hammered against my ribs.Motherfucker. Can my life get any fucking worse?
Abbey pulled away from Jo, who was white as a ghost. “Mom.” She shook her head. “Grandpa isn’t going to make it.”
My heart fell to the floor.
Jo fixated on me, tears filling her silver eyes as they shifted to violet.
“Pops can’t die,” I muttered. My father was one of the strongest vampires I knew. He’d been around for well over a century. Yet even as I said it, a voice in my head screamed,You’re wrong. Vampires die eventually.
Abbey shuddered. “He needs your blood.” Then her teary blue gaze landed on me. “Uncle Sam, he needs your blood too. It’s the only way he’ll live. But he doesn’t have long.”
Fuck.
“How long?” Jo asked.
Abbey blinked away a tear as she swallowed, hunching her small shoulders. “I don’t know.”
Hell if my old man would die on my watch—but even as that thought ran through my brain, I couldn’t help thinking about what Alia had taught Jo and me about the power of three. Ben was fighting for his life, and now my old man. Who was next?
Jo and Abbey ran out with Alia.
Tripp and I kicked our legs into gear, and as we left, I asked, “Can you give me the number to that scout we have in Montana?”
He jerked his head at me as he closed the door to the gym. “Something wrong?”
“I don’t know.” But that eerie feeling I’d had earlier about Layla had multiplied tenfold.
6
SAM
The whirr of the helicopter blades was muted beneath my headphones. “How much longer?” I asked the pilot into my mic.
Boston’s skyline stood out against the deep-blue sky, the glare of the setting sun gleaming off the John Hancock Tower.
“We’re five minutes out,” the pilot replied.
Tripp tossed a look over his shoulder from the seat beside the pilot. “Webb just radioed.”
