LEXIE
Willow was pacing back and forth across our bedroom as I finished telling her everything that had happened with Gamma Caleb.
The moment I stopped talking, she spun toward me.
“So… what do we do now?”
I shrugged, trying to appear far more confident than I actually felt.
“Now we wait.”
“Wait?”
She frowned.
“For what?”
Willow glanced around the room as though the answer might magically appear on one of the battered pieces of furniture we’d been forced to live with.
Before I could answer, three sharp knocks sounded against our bedroom door.
Willow’s head whipped toward it so quickly that I was amazed she didn’t give herself whiplash.
My heart jumped.
“That didn’t take long,” I whispered.
I crossed the room and reached for the door.
The moment I opened it, I found myself st
