Rebecca’s POV
I couldn’t stop shaking.
Though we had progressed further into the house, Jeremy’s voice continued to reverberate in my mind.
“Come to me.”
It wasn’t loud.
That was the worst part.
He didn’t sound angry or violent when he spoke to me through the mark.
He sounded calm.
Patient.
Almost gentle.
As though he thought that I should have wanted him to call me.
I despised that.
And I despised the fact that the mark burned warmly whenever I recalled his voice, as if some part of me understood who he was.
Accepted him.
Matthew was pacing impatiently across the floor once more, those golden eyes filled with barely contained fury.
Ezekiel listened for any sign of activity from outside the door.
Tyler remained closest to me.
Of course he had.
Every few minutes, his fi
