A shiver drops down my spine. “I kept Reeve’s cell phone. He mentioned they might track it.”
“Where’s it now?”
“I left it in Mal’s car,” I lie, feeling the cold weight of the device press against my breastbone.
Gael’s marked pause leads me to think he’s guessed its true location—the inner pocket of my leather bomber—but his gaze remains affixed to my face.
“You need to destroy it,” he says.
“If our enemies are already here, then destroying it is pointless.”
“I suppose…” With a sigh, Gael touches the small of my back. “Let’s go tell the others.”
I skip forward to get his hand off me, then maintain my brisk pace to avoid him trying to touch me again. I’m tempted to tell him he shouldn’t touch people without asking, but I suspect he’ll take it badly, seeing as he’s family.
I choose no explanation. If he tries once more to hold me in any way, I’ll explain that the woman he planted his seed in two decades ago did a number on me and leave it at that.
I plow into the kitchen, stopping dead in my tracks. “Mal! What are you doing?”
“Alexander and I were having a little chat about respecting our elders,” Malachi grits out through clenched teeth.
“Put my son down right this minute,” Gael growls, rounding me.
Malachi releases Alexander, who stumbles backward, clutching his neck.
Even though I’m curious to hear more about what prompted the chat, I decide to keep my priorities straight. “The Hunters are here.”
Gael marches in Alexander’s direction, sliding a protective palm on the latter’s shoulder.
“How do you know?” Dorian asks, looking away from the plate he’s handwashing.
“Otto reported that six unmarked vehicles just rolled off the ferry,” Gael explains.
“It’s my fault,” I confess. “They must’ve tracked Reeve’s phone.”
Dorian sets the plate down on the drying rack before wiping his large hands on a gingham towel. “Diego said there’s a video of their arrest floating around, so they would’ve washed up on the Vineyard, phone or no phone.
As my guilt begins to ebb, the ground gives a violent shudder and the night air flares amber-white.
Chapter 54
Electra
Fire brightens the tree line.
Malachi’s expression sharpens. “What the hell was that?”
“Looked to me like an explosion,” Gael murmurs.
“What I meant was:What the hell just exploded?” my brother grits out.
I inch nearer to the window above the sink, my heart squeezing my ribs as two possibilities take shape: a bomb or…
I lick my lips, afraid to even think the second one.
“The chopper…” Dorian murmurs. “Please tell me that wasn’t the chopper.”
I look up at him, my heart contracting.
