Edith held her phone away from her ear.
“What? Judith? What’s…”
“Get out of the house! Ansgar is coming for you!”
The terror in Judith’s voice was real.
Caden hastily put his phone in his jacket, “Edith, we must go. Now.”
“Judith? Are you alright?” Edith looked at Caden desperately.
“Just get out of there,” Judith sounded like she had been screaming. “Miles and Asher had to get us out of the pub, Ansgar and his friends were looking for you.”
Caden suddenly looked towards the front of the house, then snatched Edith’s hand, and pulled her off the bed.
“Grab the cat!” he ordered and strode quickly to the front door.
Edith went to follow, but Caden changed his direction with lightning speed.
“Trust me,” he said, and lunged towards the mortal, arms wide, as the front door began to swing open. As Caden’s arms wrapped around her, she fell backward into darkness. Edith heard a distant shriek of anger pierce the peaceful night.