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By the thirtieth hour, I’d sent him off to deal with Belial. Normally, I would never let even my Er Bashou communicate directly with the Overseers. But this was an emergency. The demon had been vying for my attention for hours, and I didn’t have the patience to talk business with him.
I hadn’t seen him since—but Kiania was still near and not alarmed. Which meant that Belial had, most likely, started telling Finn his entire life’s story, and my brother had passed out from boredom.
It was quite possible. The Overseers were almost my age. So their stories were quite long.
Then it no longer mattered.
I’d sat with Bianca. We all had. I spent hours stroking her hair, talking to her. Just trying to get her torespond. But there had been no change, and it was coming close to the time when Dr. Kohler would make good on her promise.
“What are we supposed to do?” Brayden sat, wringing his hands.
“I have an idea…” Miles began, his tone tentative. But then he glanced to Julian—who was taking his turn on the bed with Bianca—and he frowned. “Never mind…” he muttered.
I glanced between him and Julian—who didn’t even seem to notice Miles’s statement. But I had a suspicion as to what he’d been about to say. “I—”
A loud sound blared through the room, causing us all to jump and glare at the culprit.
“Could you think of a more obnoxious tone?” Miles stalked across the room, snatching my phone from the top of Bianca’s vanity. He threw it at me.
“It’s Gregory,” I protested, glancing down at the screen. I’d missed a call already. “And since I don’t always know where my phone is, I need to make sure I can hear it.”
“Then put it somewhere you’ll remember,” Miles said. “So you don’t deafen us all.”
“It’s Gregory!” Excitement coursed through me, electrifying my nerves. I was so stupid. Why didn’t I think of this sooner? And it was perfect because—according to my clock—he was due to arrive at any moment.
I knew this would work out!
“You just said that.” Bryce shot me a barely concealed look of concern.
“He can help us, you idiot.” I lowered my phone, glaring at him. “He meets me on Mondays so we can go over the schedule for the week.”
“It’s Monday?” Bryce sounded unsure, although I’d just told him. “I didn’t realize.”
“Did you seriously abandon your classes all day and not post a warning?” Brayden frowned at his brother.
Bryce shot him an annoyed look. “I’ve had other things on my mind.”
“True…” Brayden didn’t argue.
Miles seemed to catch on to my excitement, and he jumped to his feet. “When is he supposed to be here?”
“Now…” Titus had been sitting on an armchair, and at his statement, rested his chin on his folded arms.
“That’s right.” The doorbell echoed through the room. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!”
“Where are we supposed to go?” Brayden called after me, but I ignored him.
We only had a short amount of time before Dr. Kohler came back. Every second counted.
“Gregory!” I pulled the older man through the door without another word.
He blinked at me, barely regaining his footing in time to prevent a fall. “Mr. Damen?” he asked. “What in the world—?”
But I was already dragging him up the stairs before he even had a chance to respond.
We didn’t have a lot of time.
“Bryce and Bianca got married. Then Bryce triggered her, and now she’s unresponsive.” I breathed, pulling him onto the landing after me. “Dr. Kohler wants to admit her to the hospital. But we can’t do that. So now you need to stop her.”
