The voice was smooth and masculine, carrying that wary weight she’d come to know so well. Jenna turned from the window to see Leander sitting up on his side of the massive, four-poster bed, staring at her through the silvered half-light. He was alert and on edge; she felt the tension in him even from all the way across the room. As he must have felt her thundering heart. Her pulse like a kettledrum beating a dire warning through her veins.
“Wake the others,” she said into the hush. “Wake everyone. Something is going to happen. Something very bad.”
“He’s not answering the damn phone.” Celian’s voice was tight, darker and more tense than either Lix or Constantine had ever heard it, and that was saying something.
“Can’t you leave a message?” asked Lix.
“The fool doesn’t have voice mail se
