Seth’s phone rang, cutting their conversation short. He stood up and followed the sound into the kitchen, where he’d left it while grabbing a bottle of vodka from the cabinet.
Glancing at the screen, he saw Dr Ashley’s name flashing. With a swipe of his thumb, he answered the call and brought the phone to his ear.
“Oh, Doc… Are you sure? I thought the data I received was accurate. Alright, we’ll meet you there. Thanks, Ashley.”
As he ended the call, Edith stepped into the room. Seth held her gaze, a mix of gratitude and concern flickering in his eyes. Ashley’s call had confirmed what they needed to know, but it also meant Edith could be in danger.
The world isn’t safe for the supernatural. The thought echoed in his mind, over and over. The attack Edith had suffered not long ago—ambushe
