-Elijah-
The number you have called…
I growled lowly, frustrated as I tried every number I had for these people. I had to reach them. Hunter was getting worse by the second, and although it was late on their side of the world—night creeping into dawn here—I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
“Nothing?” Hunter lay in the same hospital bed he had occupied the last time he was dying. I knew Angela was confused about why we hadn’t come to her yet, but I had cut her off from my mind and phone for the moment. Hunter had done the same.
“No…”
“Something isn’t right,” he murmured.
I glanced at my friend, taking in his pale complexion and the sweat glistening on his forehead.
“You’ve been poisoned. Of course, something isn’t right,” I said bluntly.
He attempted a laugh, bu
