Page 74 of Ruthless Possession
Greyson moves between Morgan and the display, his large frame blocking her view. "Inside, Morgan. We'll handle this."
For a moment, I think she'll argue. Then her expression hardens into something I've only seen a few times before, the same fierce determination that carried her through six years without us.
"I want him found," she says, her voice steadier than I expected. "I don't care what it takes."
Matthew puts his hand on her shoulder. "We'll find him."
She nods once, then disappears back inside, closing the door firmly behind her.
"Get them in the truck," Greyson orders, nodding toward our captives. "We need to process them somewhere else."
As Mason and Zach hustle the men into the vehicles, I crouch down to examine the deer head more closely. The cut is clean, a hunter's work, not an amateur's. And the note… the handwriting is precise, controlled.
"He thinks he's in control," I say quietly to Matthew. "This is a show of power."
Matthew stands beside me, his hands clenched at his sides. "We need to move Charlie. Now. If he was this close, he could come back any time."
I nod, already thinking through our options. "Your parents' cabin outside Asheville. It's remote, secure, and Harris wouldn't know about it."
"Agreed." Matthew pulls out his phone. "I'll call my dad and set it up."
While Matthew makes the call, I help Greyson secure the scene. He's already photographing the deer head and the note, documenting everything for both the club and the authorities.
"Techy can analyze the blood," Greyson says, nodding to the dark pool. "See if we can get any DNA."
"I want to be there when we find him," I tell him, my voice low. "I want to look him in the eye."
Greyson meets my gaze, his own eyes dark with understanding. "I know you do. And I know what that means."
It's not a question, and I don't reply. We both know what happens to people who threaten Devil Soul families. Harris crossed a line tonight that can't be uncrossed.
Mason returns from securing the men in the truck. "They're all rattled. Especially the young one. Says he wants to cooperate fully."
"We'll get them to the clubhouse first," Greyson decides. "Interrogate them properly, then hand them over to Ethan once we have everything we need."
The plan is solid, but I can't shake the feeling that we're still one step behind. Harris knew exactly where to strike, how to distract us, and where to leave his message for maximum impact.
"He's not done," I say, voicing the fear that's been building since we found Charlie. "This is just the beginning."
Matthew ends his call and rejoins us, his expression grim. "My dad's expecting us. We should leave within the hour, before dawn."
I glance at the front door, thinking of Morgan and Charlie inside. They need to feel safe, need to believe we can protect them. But with Harris out there watching, waiting, planning…
"We'll take both vehicles," I decide. "I'll drive with Morgan and Charlie. Matthew, you follow in your truck. Weapons ready, eyes open."
"And I'll have men on your route," Greyson adds. "Discreet, but present."
We move quickly, efficiently. Inside, I find Morgan packing a small bag for Charlie, who sits on the bed watching with wide, frightened eyes.
"We're going on a trip," Morgan tells her, her voice light despite the tension in her shoulders. "To a cabin in the mountains. It has a big fireplace and lots of room to explore."
Charlie nods, but her small hands are white-knuckled around her unicorn. "Is it because of the deer?"
I crouch beside her, taking one of her hands in mine. "It's because we want you to be extra safe while we deal with your dad. The cabin belongs to Matthew's family. It's very special."
"Will we come back here?" Her voice is small, uncertain.
"Yes," I promise, meaning it with every fiber of my being. "This is our home. Nothing will change that."
