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I ran through the streets and knew I was headed up into the mountains.
Schmidt. What do I do about Schmidt?
I knew Guille would look after him.
I was going to go to the top of one of the peaks and hoped the cold would take me before I had to take myself.
Because I would end my life for this.
For them.
Dom.
Lennox.
Gioia.
I’d already made it onto a trail that I knew led up to some cave formations we used for camping and wilderness activities.
“Cliona?” a voice cut through the silence I was trying to drown myself in.
Tears were streaming down my face, and my vision was blurry. I felt a pinch in my neck before I could register anything else.
And then my world went black.
Chapter 18
She should have messaged me by now. Something was incorrect. Dom wasn’t answering either and my meeting with Guillermo had just finished. He told me I could call him Guillermo the other day and I felt good about it. I still called him Dr. Luna when we were in session or the alpha group, but otherwise he was now Guillermo. Maybe one day I could shorten that to Guille like Lennox and Cliona did sometimes, but I wasn’t betting on it. Because I had already tried… And he shut that down real quick.
We were walking toward The Witch’s Brew to help Lennox set up for open mic night when I asked, “Have you heard from Cliona?” A nagging emotion in my gut told me that something was wrong. A similar feeling was coming over me like at the Hemlock’s the other night, or morning actually, when I felt my undead nature rising. I’d already had my monthly brain, the full moon had passed, so what was this hunger coursing through my veins?
It felt more like worry for my mate.
Or maybe hunger.
I couldn’t tell.
I ran my fingers through my hair that hung loose at my shoulders.
Maybe it was my body catching up to finding our mate and fecking the life out of her all day yesterday.
“No, were you expecting her to call?”
“Yeah, but also no. Walk with me to the theater? I’m sure they just got busy and got sidetracked.” We started walking.
“GUILLERMO!” I heard a feminine voice call out his name like a plea. We both turned to the sound and saw Anya running frantically toward us. “Did Cliona get a hold of you?”
She didn’t stop when she saw us and kept sprinting by. We ran with her.
“Why are you asking about my mate?” I tried to keep my worry in check, but it came out more as a growl.
Without missing a step, Anya pulled out her phone and played a message.
“Anya.” Cliona’s voice filled my world with sound. Normally her voice was everything to me, but just the one name worried me to no end. She sounded broken. “They’re dead. I killed them. I should’ve listened to you. Get to the theater as fast as you can. I can’t risk hurting anyone else. Please save them.”
Cliona paused on the recording, but I could still hear her breathing on the line. “If you can even save someone from death.”
The call ended, and I sped up using my fae gifts fully, passing the others before seeing three bodies lying on the concrete in front of the theater.
