HEATHCLIFFE’S PHONE rang. He looked at caller ID. “Dangit!”
Brita glanced over. “What?”
“It’s Edric again. He knows something’s going on and he’s driving me crazy.”
“You might as well talk to him. He won’t go away.”
Heathcliffe’s finger hovered over the “End” button for a moment before he accepted the call. “Hey, bro.”
“Heathcliffe, your girl’s in trouble.”
Heathcliffe’s pulse picked up and he frowned. He didn’t know whether to address the fact that Edric knew about Nita first, or the fact he knew she was in trouble. “What are you talking about?”
“Bella had a dream. She saw a woman running from someone, screaming your name.”
The phone started to slip from Heathcliffe’s sweaty palm. “That’s just the hormones talkin’, Edric...”
“Don’t even go there!” His brother sounded frantic, or
