SEVENTY-THREE | NECKLACE

I took the stairs two at a time as I sprinted up to my bedroom. I’d returned home to gather the last of my evidence, as well as my weapons, and to fill my Dads in on my plan. It wasn’t fully formed yet, and it wouldn’t be until I’d spoken to two more people. I glanced outside; though the day was grey and clouded, it still looked bright. I swore under my breath as I slammed through my doorway.

I slid out my phone and checked the time with one hand as I rifled through my weapons drawer with the other. I’d spent too long at Sierra’s flat, and I was running out of time. The hunters were primed to scout and attack tonight. Fortunately, the winter days drew the darkness in earlier. Even without any obsidian, Veronica could meet me in the afternoon – if I hurried up.

The message I’d received earlier was from Cyrus. I’d forgotten about it. But I couldn’t ignore him – not today. I dump