Chapter Eleven
Present
Sheridan
The black car is at it again, cruising slowly past my house while I watch through the blinds. I know it’s Nero. Stupid vampire has a death wish.
He’s going to find out I’m not a victim.
My phone rings with an unknown Tucson number. Could it be Trey? I’ve called him numerous times today, but he’s only sent me short text replies saying he’s up to his ears and will call me later.
“Hello?” I answer breathlessly.
“Sheridan.”
My shoulders slump. “Dad.”
Wait. I pull the phone away to check the screen again. “What are you doing with a Tucson number?”
“I’m in town on business. Pack business. Cleaning up the mess Garrett’s wolves have made.”
“Hey,” I defend. “That had nothing to do with pack business. It was the vampires messing with them. Don’t blame Garre
