“What about Felix?”
Shit. This is probably not the way I should be telling him about the death of his business partner, but it’s too late now.
“He’s... uh... dead.”
“Fuck.” There’s a muffled sigh and I’m conscious of Dante standing beside me. He must be wondering what exactly I’m doing right now. We were in the middle of a conversation and I stopped to take a phone call, like a total douche.
“I doubt he’s the only one,” my father continues with a sigh. “It’s a mess down here. That’s what I was calling to tell you. People are looting. The old fight club and Alchemy are on fire.”
“I’ll get down there as soon as I can.”
Although I’m not entirely sure what I can do against fire. It’s not like that’s my speciality.
I glance at Dante and see him shifting impatiently from foot to foot, waiting for me to get off my fucking phone call.
Right. We need to find Silver.
That’s my priority.
Then I see the previews of messages on my phone as I hang up my call without another word. It turns out Silver being missing and the entire district being on fire aren’t the biggest crises right now.
“I have to go,” I tell Dante.
Zeph’s message is brief and to the point, and I relay it to the vampire in front of me.
“Ro got hurt. He’s bleeding out. I need to stop the bleeding.”
I’m aware I’m barely making sense, but Dante nods.
“I’ll find Silver.”
A dozen emotions swarm through my gut. I’ve never felt so guilty about having so many responsibilities to juggle.
Ro is hurt.
Silver is missing.
Felix is dead, and the district is in shambles.
And I’m so over my head, I feel like I might drown.
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Silver
