Sweet Venom

She ignores my sarcasm, shaking her head. “All those books,” she says. “Thank goodness I got most of the binders done, but all those resources . . .”

I can’t think about that right now. I can’t think about the library or the weapons collection or the handful of mementos I’ve gathered in my lifetime. None of that matters more than the safety of Grace and Greer. We are lucky to be alive tonight.

That was two close calls in a row. First the synchronized monster attack, and then this. If it hadn’t been for that perfectly timed phone call, then I wouldn’t be here having these thoughts. And neither would my sisters.

Somebody clearly wants us dead.

And somebody else clearly wants us to live.

If I have to hunt them to the ends of the earth and beyond, I’m going to find out who.