“He was probably dreaming of her,” I absentmindedly mention. “He looks like a pervert.”
Silas’s jaw tightens as he flexes his fingers. “Probably.”
Watching Daniel roll around in her sheets is like watching a cat leave its scent behind. It’s an animalistic claim that’s just… unhinged to witness.
“Eris can’t go back,” I state, though I know he won’t disagree.
“She won’t,” Silas replies. “Not until he’s dead.”
We let the feed run at an enhanced speed for another few seconds. Daniel shifts in his sleep, fingers curling into the sheets like he expects her to be there when he wakes.
“I want to gut him,” I grumble, looking away from the monitor.
“We will.”
“You think he wired the place?”
“Not likely.” Silas finally straightens in his chair, switching the feed from Eris’s apartment to the cameras around our loft. “But we should still sweep it and strip it. Burn it if we have to.”
I nod once. “We’re not leaving her alone again.”
“Not for a moment.”
My phone buzzes, a text popping up on my screen.
Whisper
Three minutes out.
I type back the same line I say aloud to Silas.
“We’ve got a problem.”
Hollow
We’ve got a problem.
“Speaking of problems…” Silas exhales slowly, as if he’s searching for his patience. “One just pulled up outside.”
I lean on the back of Silas’s chair, squinting at the monitor until he makes the camera feed bigger… But I’m not squinting because I can’t see who it is. I’m just blurring her out and wishing she’ll get hit by a runaway semi truck.
Of course it’sher.
And she’s dressed like she expects to be invited in. Like history still counts as currency that she can use to buy favor with us.
I’m hoping she’ll make the hit list too. Let’s just fold her up in a deep hole somewhere with Daniel and pretend like they never existed. They’re a match made by Cupid himself.
Silas shuts down the wall of monitors with an aggressive click and stands.
“How does she know where we live again?” I ask more out of curiosity than expecting an answer. “And why haven’t we fixed that yet?”
“We will,” Silas replied cryptically. “After Daniel.”
Three knocks… That’s all it takes to ruin the rest of the day.
I open the door just enough to make it clear she’s not welcome.
She smiles, unconcerned about our hostility. “Hi, Kieran.”
