Page 30 of Snapped
Raven was grinning, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Three short, three long, three short, it’s an SOS.”
“But what does it mean?” Cirian shouted this time.
“A call for help! Come on, we’ll follow the sound and hopefully, it will lead us to Rian.” Raven turned but stopped short when Tanis grabbed him by the arm.
“Hang on a sec, babe, how do we know it’s Rian and not Cillian? It could be a trap.”
Raven grinned. Eyes wide, he grabbed Tanis’s hands in his, squeezing tightly. “That’s just it; Cillian wouldn’t know what Morse code is, much less how to signal with it. It’s a form of communication from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, something we are taught during our trials for The Order. It has to be Rian!”
“Okay, fine, but are we really going to rush off half-cocked? No plan, no weapons?” Aiyan asked.
“I’ll kill him with me bare hands.” Cirian snarled, trying to move past Raven.
Gabriel grabbed a handful of his son’s shirt, pulling him backward. “Of that, I have no doubt. But, humor me and grab something heavy first—a sharp object perhaps?”
