(Damon)
The second the door clicked shut behind me, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
She was asking questions I couldn’t answer yet, not without uncovering everything I and Johnathan spent years burying.
Elara didn’t just deserve the truth. She was owed it. But not tonight. Not after what she saw. Not while she still had blood on her shirt and questions in her eyes that I didn’t have the strength to lie to.
I stepped onto the porch and pressed my phone to my ear whilst scanning the tree line as the call connected.
“Talk,” I said with urgency.
“They’re regrouping,” a hoarse voice responded. “Whoever survived tonight won’t stay quiet for long.”
“I need names.”
“You won’t like them.”
“Give them to me anyway.”
There was a pause. Then: “One of them goes by the coden
