Chapter 21

Lucian

I don’t even know why it hurts. Of course she’s with her other gang members.

The thought of that angers me, and all I see is my hands burled up into fists, bashing over and again into Marcus’s skull, just like he did to mine, to make sure he knows just who he’s decided to fuck with.

I know I’d eventually have to electronically trace Isabelle, because the lead I lost on her by coming to the house is massive… and I know nothing about any other place she’d go.

Before that, however, I settle on the edge of the couch and place a call to Damien.

He answers on the first ring. “I believe you’re calling to tell me that my sister is dead?” he shows the most basic trait of pessimism.

Expect the worst, so that when it does happen, you wouldn’t be so shaken.

“Close.” I reply in as blunt a voice as I deliberately can. “How soon can you get to your parent’s house?”

He’s with me the next thirty minutes, rocking my shoulders despite my wa