Just as I’m drifting off, my phone vibrates.
I check the time. Three in the morning. Karl doesn’t call this late unless something’s wrong.
Apprehension churns in my gut.
“Hello?” I whisper.
“Sorry to call you so late.” I hear the wince in his voice. “Need you to get over here.”
“Over here as in…?”
Silence. Then, “The warehouse.”
“As in—”
“The traffickers? Yeah.”
“Shit. It’s going down?”
Karl hums. “The last of them are all here. It’s time.”
“Give me thirty minutes.” It’ll take longer than that, but if I break a few laws, I’ll make it.
I end the call and press a kiss to Emily’s forehead. She stirs.
“I have to go out,” I murmur.
“Mmm, okay,” she breathes sleepily. “Love you.”
My body locks. “What did you just say?”
She answers with a soft snore.
My angel just told me she loves me.
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I Am Home
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Emily
Glasssmashesdownstairs.
What was that?
My heart races as I jolt upright in the bed.
I look to my left, but Eli’s space is unoccupied, his side cold and unused.
A faint memory of him telling me he was leaving flicks through my mind.
Has he just gotten back and dropped something in the kitchen?
I strain to listen. There’s nothing but the drum of my heartbeat and uneven breaths.
But then there’s a definite clank coming from somewhere in the house.