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Victor and I ran from my room to the pub and found the guys still at the same table, drinking and talking under the smoky light.
“Where have you been, darling?” Micah asked as we approached.
I didn’t have time to play his games. Demons were about to descend. We had to get the heck out of here.
“Brock, here”—I jabbed a finger in the man’s direction—“is setting us up. There are monsters and bats surrounding this place, waiting for his signal to strike at us.”
“Excuse me?” Brock asked, pretending to be stunned by my accusation, but I could see past his act.
Suddenly serious, Micah asked, “A vision?” When I nodded, he stood and grabbed Morgan by his arms. “Let’s go.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” Brock shot up. “I didn’t finish telling you about the gateway yet.”
Micah pivoted and pu
