Page 79 of Sparks Flying

“We have another. Same situation.”

“Shit,” Vance swore.

“What the feck is going on?” Patrick asked.

I felt helpless being trapped here.

“I have the Davenport house on full lockdown. I think it’s time to sound the alarm for the rest of the Congress.”

“I think that would be prudent,” Patrick agreed.

“Want me to handle it?” Vance offered.

“No. I’ll call Dad next and have him put it out to the Council to handle. Just want you all to be aware of the situation.”

“I think we’re all in agreement here. If you need anything or any other concerns trigger, just let us know.”

“Patrick has his entire team on this and I’m calling in all first responders now.”

“Sounds good. Just make sure no one goes out alone. Groups of three or more are best. Ravens succeed when we flock together,” I reminded him.

“Yes, sir.”

Sometimes it was weird when others called me sir. Vance was closer to my brothers’ ages than mine. By seniority, he shouldn’t be calling me sir, but I had been given a high-ranking position at such a young age that it just came with the territory. Still, it was weird at times.

As soon as I hung up with them, I stayed true to my word and called Dad. He wasn’t at home, but Mom had already filled him in on what she knew and I added in the rest.

“Thanks for the update. I’m calling a Council meeting right now.”

“Thanks Dad. Hopefully, it’s nothing, but better safe than sorry.”

“I agree. Take care, son.”

When I ended the call, I realized that I had taken up pacing in stride with Bailey. I didn’t even realize I was doing that.

“I hate this,” I confessed.

“I know. I’m sorry if I’m making it worse. I just don’t handle enclosed spaces well.”

“Actually, I think I may be feeding off some of your energy. Is that normal?”

“It is for mating wolves,” she informed me.

“That’s so wild.”

“I don’t think our mating signs are all that different.”

“Wolves seem to be a little stronger, maybe. Then again, I’ve never been through this before, so maybe it’s perfectly normal.”

When my phone went off a third time, I could feel our combined tension fill the room.

We waited with bated breath.

The second notification came through, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Just passing through.”

No sooner were the words out of my mouth, than another alert came through. I looked at it and growled.

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