Page 180 of Vampire so Virtuous
“Shit. Has something happened? Am I in danger?”
God, I hope not.“Let’s call it a precaution. Get your skates on.”
“All right, all right. I’m leaving now. But you better have a damn good explanation for scaring the hell out of me.”
“I hope I’m wrong. I really do.”
“Yeah,” Eve said quietly. “And that, right there, tells me you’re not. Stay safe, babe. See you at Antoine’s.”
“You stay safe too.”
Cally killed the call and stared at the phone in her hand.
How could she have forgotten Minh practically knew where Joon lived and worked? Would she be in time to warn him?
She dialed the number for the dojang, knowing he always kept his phone on silent when teaching. It rang and rang, then dropped to voicemail. “Joon, it’s Cally. Call me back as soon as you get this. Assoonas you get this.”
Cally paced through the apartment, knowing Joon wouldn’t even check his messages until classes were over.
She looked to the door. His dojang was half an hour away in an Uber. She could be there and back before Gabe returned, without anyone any the wiser.
But Antoine had asked her to stay put.
Where were Noah and Zoey when she needed them? Probably still recovering from their last run-in with Minh’s thralls.
Cally chewed her lip. If Minh was mobilizing now, surely he’d be distracted? Would Joon even be in his sights?
Could she take the chance he wasn’t?
Damn, damn, damn.How had she not seen this coming?
Had Gabe already left? Would he try to stop her? She headed for the door.
Would histhrallslet her leave?
The hallway outside was empty, all the thralls with Gabe. The lift was slow to respond to her summons, likely having just dropped Gabe off in the garage. She didn’t hit the button for the basement, but pressed the lobby instead.
When the lift doors opened, the foyer was quiet. A man sat alone behind the reception desk, not looking up as she walked past. She pushed through the doors and onto the street, checked her phone wasn’t on silent for when Joon called back, then called up an Uber.
Twenty-minute wait. Figures.
Cally headed for the Green Line.
Forty-one – Antoine
“Excuse me, sir. I apologize for waking you, but I believe this matter needs your attention.”
Antoine stirred groggily and checked the time. “I’ve had three hours sleep, Marcel, and it’s barely dusk.”
“Technically, sir, dusk fell twenty-three minutes ago. More than enough, given how early you’ve been rising of late.”
Antoine grimaced. “What is it?”
“Reports from our thralls, sir. Attacks in Lower Allston, Longwood, Brighton—”
Antoine was already up, reaching for his jeans.
“—Mission Hill, Woodland Heath, and Chestnut Hill, sir.”
