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And that told them one thing.
Elizabeth was on her own.
Backup wasn’t coming for a while. Now, would they even be in time?
It was anyone’s guess.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Treehouse
Same Time
The weather was turning ugly, but Uriel still wasn’t letting Wyler leave the treehouse. He had his orders, and there was no way he was letting Elizabeth down.
Not now.
On his com, Uriel could hear the conversations between the other Archangels and Ivan, and he wanted to race back to the scene in the worst way.
Only, he’d been put on Wyler duty, and he wasn’t going to drop the ball.
Oh, but it was damn annoying that he couldn’t help find Elizabeth and instead he was on this grown-ass man who had zero common sense.
Luckily for Wyler, he was calm.
As for keeping things quiet, so as not to panic any of the family, Wyler, the man who was trapped there with him, was definitely figuring this out.
There was no way he didn’t realize something was up.
They were all trying to keep this on the DL, since they didn’t want the kids hearing that their mother was missing and likely taken by a killer, but the older man…he wasn’t an idiot.
“Yes, copy,” Uriel said, when Ivan asked if Wyler was still contained. The last thing they wanted was another Blackhawk missing in the forest of the reservation.
There weren’t enough of them, and he’d be on his own.
“What’s going on?” Wyler asked, suspiciously. “And I don’t mean with me having to stay up here a prisoner during a thunderstorm.”
Uriel was comfortable around the family, so he didn’t fear dealing with them. So, he was cool, calm, and focused.
“An emergency came up,” he said, keeping it lowkey to ensure everyone was calm.
That wasn’t enough for the man.
He was sitting on the floor of the treehouse, the one his sons rebuilt after removing the original one to take with them.
It was bigger, and it was also higher up, so Wyler couldn’t jump from a branch to figure out what was happening over the coms.
“What kind?” he asked.
Uriel just shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Wyler didn’t like that answer.
His family was here, and he needed to know. The vibes were off, and the reservation felt…weird—for a lack of better words.
Something was most definitely going on there.
