Sibyl was waiting in the living room when Darragh and Rey burst through the door. Arms crossed, she quirked a brow in question. She'd been surprised when she'd walked back into the room only to find it empty. Seeing them now, with their torn and blood-stained clothes, there could only be one explanation.
"How many?"
"About twenty," Reyna answered. "All taken care of."
Sibyl nodded. "Are you all right?"
She smiled. "I'm okay."
Sibyl headed for the stairs. "Pack a bag, quick as you can. More will be coming."
"I know of a place we can go."
Sibyl halted at the first landing, rounding angrily on Darragh. "There is no 'we' here. Do you honestly expect me to believe it's a coincidence that an undead hoard shows up at my house one day after you kidnap Griffin from it?"
"You don't ser
