LUCY
I hung up for the fourth time in ten minutes and stared at my phone, hoping it would ring back.
Nothing.
Jaxon never ignored my calls.
Not like this.
Not when he was the one who warned me, his voice tight and low, telling me to be careful tomorrow. Not to leave Rio alone. To watch for traps, especially vampire traps.
The reflection on the call sent a chill through me.
Jaxon wasn’t dramatic.
He didn’t speculate without reason. He was a warrior at his core, methodical and cautious. For him to call me out of the blue with a warning like that, then let the call drop without calling me back, was unlike him. My chest tightened with every unanswered ring.
Jaxon was out looking for Wesley's last known whereabouts, but he found nothing. He’s been out there for weeks, chasing ghosts.
