I cross my arms in front of me. “What good will that do? If we manage to take out Callum, we still have to deal with Aurora. I’m screwed no matter what.”
Simon enters the still-open door back in human form. “He’s gone,” he announces. I focus on not staring at the giant naked man in the doorframe.
“Thank you, Simon,” Cyrus answers.
“There’s more to the story than Chamberlin told,”Simon adds. “He doesn’t do anything for anyone other than himself.”
“Agreed.” Cyrus sits gracefully on the stiff couch. “My guess is that Callum has already been in contact with Chamberlin. His coming here today was about self-preservation and…”
Cyrus’s words are cut short by the sound of metal crashing to the ground. An energy rushes me so quickly, I don’t have time to react. “What?” I start.
“Take her now!” Cyrus shouts as Simon shifts simultaneously. My buyer turns to me. “Go with Simon.”
“Why?”
He’s in front of me instantly. “Trust me, Violet. Go now. I will find you.”
For once, I don’t ask questions. I nod, grabbing a handful of wolf hair as the two of us exit the house and garden into the city.
Simon moves quicker in wolf form than in human form. However, I find myself slowing to keep pace. The energy radiating from him is anxious, adding to the nervousness I feel. Questions fly through my mind in rapid succession as we run through the streets of downtown St. Augustine, passing humans with no explanation.
Simon stops in front of the now familiar fort. A long nose nudges me behind a large oak tree, where he shifts back into human form. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Are you?” He nods, catching his breath. “What was that?” I ask. “That energy felt different.”
“My guess is Callum. Chamberlin wasn’t here to warn you. He delivered you on a silver platter.” He runs a hand through his already messy hair. “Bastard.”
“What are we going to do?”
Simon sits heavily on the grass lawn. “Going back to the house isn’t safe.”
“Will he hurt Cyrus?” My stomach leaps into my throat with my words.
“Cyrus is one of the strongest vampires I know. He might hurt him, but he won’t kill him.”
I wipe a stray tear. The thought of Cyrus being injured because of me brings emotions to the surface. Emotions I don’t have time to figure out.
“Where do we go?”
Simon stands, wiping grass from his naked body. “We’re going to Savannah.”
“Georgia? Why?” I ask.
“Lucien Creed,” he answers.
“The warlock who might be able to help with Aurora?”
He nods. “He’s the strongest practitioner I know. If he can’t help, he’ll know someone who can.”
“What about Cyrus?”
“He’ll find you,” he answers.
“He’ll find us,” I correct.
Simon scoffs. “It’s not me he’s going to be lookingfor.”
“What does that mean?”
