*Zac*
"Is that Filip?" I call into the phone, urgency sharpening my voice. "Kairo, do not hang up."
The voice comes again, stern, pressing, "Hang up the phone."
Then I hear another male voice, a human wouldn’t have heard it through the phone, but I do, “Hello Kairo.”
The line crackles with the sound of a struggle, a sharp cry pierces the air, and then, silence. The call ends with a click that echoes like a gunshot in the confines of the car.
I look at Astrid and her foot presses harder against the accelerator, the engine's roar a dull backdrop to the racing of my thoughts. Astrid's hand is steady on the wheel, her eyes reflecting the same grim determination that's settled in my gut.
We pull up outside Kairo's place, senses on high alert. I can smell them… Kairo's familiar scent, Fil
