Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Chapter 217

Heather

The chain had five emails in it already. The most recent one dated yesterday.

My thumb shook as I pressed the screen and read his first email.

Heather! Mr. Langdon said that you were gonna be MIA for a bit. Just in case you’re checking this or see anything, we had a small demon attack last night. No big. Didn’t want you to worry. Talk soon.

That didn’t sound so bad, and there was nothing for a couple days. But then Xander emailed again.

Hey, Heather.

Adrian and I decided to stay at St. Francis’s. There’ve been a few more attacks. Figured Mr. D could use a hand. The reporters have mostly gone, but the Cazadores have more work than they thought now with all the patrolling and whatnot. We’ll let you know if anything changes. No worries!

I was glad they were able to stay, but I wasn’t liking where this was heading. A couple days after that, there was another email.

Getting a little crazy here. We’re trying to keep up, but there’s got to be a reason why all these fuckers keep coming through. Do you think there’s like a portal or something that Luciana left open?

The Cazadores burned the witch’s compound to the ground almost two months ago, so I’m guessing not, but we’re all scratching our heads over here and this has got to stop. If you check this and have any ideas, could you call me or Adrian or Mr. D?

Tried getting through to Claudia, but apparently her and Lucas are hiking the Inca trail in Peru and MIA, too. Won’t be back for a few more days. If you can even point us in the right direction, we’ll get it done.

Just call me. Okay?

I licked my lips as I kept reading on to the next email, dated a few days later.

Do you think Luciana could come back from the dead? Because we’re ass deep in demons and if she’s back, I’m going to lose my mind. We killed her, right? She’s dead. And no witch can come back from that. Right?

Just call me. We’re handling it—Mr. L has some backup on the way—but serious stuff is going on here. Hoping Keeney’s coming and bringing more of his Cazadores with him. But no one’s getting that we have to figure out WHY this is happening. We can slay ’em all night, but until we figure out why, we’re SOL.

If you get this, call me. Doesn’t matter what time. Thanks.

Then there was nothing, until last night. My heart started to race.

Keep reading, Brent said. I’m back at the house, but I can come back if you need me.

Let’s just see what the next one says.

I clicked on the next email.

I’m throwing in the towel here. I hate it. But I’m doing it. I tried to be chill and go with what Mr. L said, but that’s bullshit. We need you home.

I know I said in my last email that we were handling it, but we’re not. Keeney’s guys got here and that helped take the load off for a bit, but everyone’s exhausted now and it’s making us sloppy. Adrian was slow enough to let a freaking demon bite him!

"Shit. I knew something was wrong," I said to myself.

I’m sorry, Brent said through the bond. I should’ve listened to you, I—

It’s not your fault, but we need to go home. I went back to reading the email.

Doc says he’ll be fine in a day or two, but we haven’t had a night off since we got back from Serena’s wedding. This is insane. It’s been two weeks since the first demon attack, and they’re getting worse.

Last night’s group was no less than ten. It took everyone we had to get them taken care of, and I don’t know what’s coming tomorrow. If they keep increasing in numbers, we’re going to be in the shitter soon.

I’ve been begging Presley to give me your number, but he keeps saying that if we reach the point where we need more help, he’ll make that call. But he never ordered me not to contact you, so I am. I know he’s my Alpha and I should trust him, but why am I the only one that sees that HE’S FUCKING WRONG! WE CAN’T TAKE ANOTHER NIGHT OF THIS SHIT. If we could handle the demons, then the attacks would be OVER and I wouldn’t be emailing again. There’s something bigger going on here and whatever it is, Mr. Langdon seems to be ignoring it. And no one here is alpha enough to get through to him. You are.

Get your fucking asses back here. TONIGHT.

Check your goddamned email already!

Call me as soon as you get this. Thanks.

I wanted to scream and cry and punch myself. Why hadn’t I trusted my gut sooner?

And holy shit. Could Luciana be back? That seemed impossible, but what the hell did I know? In the world of the supernatural, anything was possible.

She’s not back. I don’t know what’s going on, but there’s another explanation.

I hoped Brent was right. And if there’s not another explanation?

Then we’ll deal with her. I’m calling Presley, and then I’ll start getting our travel figured out. He tried to send me calm energy, but I didn’t want it. I wanted to get home. Now.

Okay. Thanks. Find out why he didn’t call us when all of this started. It was total bullshit that I was only now hearing about the demon attacks. I’m calling Xander now.

It took me three tries to get the call to connect and then it went straight to voicemail. If he’d been up fighting demons all night, he was probably asleep. I shot off a text apologizing and told him we were on our way as soon as possible.

I should have trusted my gut when I suspected something was wrong.

Shit. What had happened?