We’re all dead.
Roger and Thomas aren’t high enough on the pecking order to bring in phones, so God only know how he manages to smuggle his cell in. And honestly? I don’t want to know because it’ll only add one more worry to my list, and right now, I’m already a wreck.
I turn to Wraith. “Wake up.” I hate doing this to him, but I don’t have time for compassion. “I need a phone number. Someone you trust to get us to Mayhem.” Nothing. I try again, giving him a gentle stroke on the back of his head. “Wraith, you need to wake up now.”
Again, nothing.
“Jamie.” Roger warns.
I lean close to Wraith’s ear. “I need you awake. Just for a moment. Please. Give me a phone number. Someone you trust.”
Wraith cracks open an eye. “Us.”
The word is a barely audible growl.
“Yes, Wraith, us. I’m leaving with you.”
He rattles out the nameJester, along with a number that I punch into the phone. His body relaxes again.Thank God.I don’t want him awake longer than necessary. Lord knows he’s suffered enough.
Roger again glances at the door. “Hurry up.”
“You’re not helping,” I snap, and tap the green call button. The phone rings three times before a sleepy male voice growls through the earpiece.
“The fuck? You have five seconds to tell me why the hell you’re calling me so early in the goddamn morning.”
“Is this Jester?”
“Absolutely, sweetheart, who’s this?”
“My name is Jamie Ellis. I’m a friend of—”
“Who?”
“Jamie Ellis,” I repeat slowly. “I’m a friend of Wraith’s.”
“A friend of Wraith’s? What the fuck…? Oh shit. Wait. Jamie Ellis. I remember you. You’re the chick who murdered her father. How the hell did you get my number?”
“Is this Luke?”
It’s an educated guess. Wraith and Luke were best friends. Of course they’d still be thick as thieves.
“Holy shit, girl, no one’s called me that in years, but hell yeah, it’s me. How you doing?”
“I’ve been better.” Now for the bomb. “I’m with Wraith.”
The line goes quiet. Too quiet. I move the phone away and check the screen to see if the call went dead.
It didn’t.
“Jester?”
“The fuck you mean, you’re with Wraith?” There’s a commotion on the other end. “Wait. Give me a second.” I hear a few muttered curses. A female voice begging him to return to bed. Jester telling the woman to go back to sleep. A faucet turning on, followed by a splash of water. All in maybe the span of a minute max, but it feels more like an hour. Then, “Start over, because there’s no way you said you’re with Wraith.”
I take a deep, fortifying breath. David may be scary, but the Unholy are terrifying. Currently, I’m caught between both. Not a good place to be.At all.
“Jester, I need you to listen to me, and I need you to remain calm because Wraith’s life depends on level heads and quick action.”
“Don’t know what game you’re playing, but you’re from Mayhem, sweetheart, so you know you’re fucking with the wrong people.”
