“Hey,” she said. “Why are you lying on the floor?” she asked, seeing him on their video call.
He laughed.
“Static. Vertigo.”
Oh, well, that was a problem. She needed to speak to him, and sooner rather than later.
“So, is this a bad time?”
He blinked away the haze.
“Never, Baby, I’m here. What do you need?” he asked, not telling her what happened in the static.
It would only freak her out.
His wife dropped the bomb.
“Hey, we have another victim. I also have a problem. Can you meet me at home? We need to talk for a few minutes. Privately.”
Oh, boy.
That didn’t sound good.
A wife didn’t ask to speak privately unless there was a big issue on the horizon.
Shit.
He had no choice.
“I’ll be there. Give me twenty to clear my head and get home. Are you safe?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Yeah, I’m good. But Lucian?”
He heard the worry.
“What?”
“He bought more pentacles. Eight more, to be exact. He’s starting to kill again. We have to find out what is going on because there’s seven more victims about to be sacrificed to this darkness.”
Oh, and that was bad.
Lucian knew what the darkness had said in the static. It was getting stronger, and if it managed to take more souls, he, Genesis, and Avalon wouldn’t be able to hold it off.
This was bad.
“Okay, my love. We’ll be okay. I’ll see you at home. Please be careful getting there. This thing is likely watching all of us.”
Yeah, she was aware.
“I love you,” she said.
His heart skipped.
“I love you too, Bish.”
When he hung up, he sighed.