"Did he attack you?" Lorcan's angry voice rang out in the guest room.
"He told me to send a message - two days." Paul said weakly and closed his eyes.
"Is he dead?" Mia's frightened voice came from behind me.
Lorcan put two fingers to Paul's bloody neck. He stood there for a few seconds with an unreadable expression on his face, and then put the phone to the side. The door banged again, drawing all our attention. Harold burst through, paused for a moment and scanned the whole room with his eyes as if looking for something.
"Where is my brother? Where is Paul?" Harold looked at Lorcan.
"I'm sorry Harold, he's dead." Lorcan walked over and put his hands on Harold's shoulder.
"It can't be, you're lying." Harold's voice trembled slightly.
Harold's eyes drifted towards Paul lying on the
