Page 12 of The High Priestess

“One of the alliance members can be here in one and a half hours,” I relay the information to Eleni. “We just need to stay alive until then.”

“Great,” she whispers while wrapping her arms around her torso.

I dial Uncle George’s number, and while the line connects, I check our surroundings again.

It keeps ringing until I’m asked to leave a message. My desperation grows as I hang up and try once more. When it goes to voicemail again, I try Aunt Vasaliki’s number, but the call also goes unanswered.

Shit.

Aunt Vasaliki always answers her phone.

A chill creeps down my spine, and as desperation starts to course through my body, I dial the number for the head of security at my uncle’s house.

When that call also goes unanswered, a breath explodes from me, and I quickly dial the number for the island.

“Yes, Miss Dimitrou?”

“I think my uncle’s place was attacked as well. We’re out in the open.”

“Give me a minute to find a safe house for you.”

While I remain on hold, Eleni’s face crumbles and she wraps her arms around herself.

“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her, even though I know nothing will be okay for the unforeseeable future.

Jesus. The bratva killed Dad.

And Mom and Kiki.

My throat strains as unbearable sorrow mixes with the shock, and for a moment, I’m on the verge of breaking down, but then the man’s voice comes over the line again. “You need to go to the harbor. Mr. Castro has a contact who can keep you hidden until he arrives. It’s eighteen kilometers south-west of your current position.”

“Okay.”

We end the call, and I hold the phone out to Eleni. “Get us a cab. We need to get to the harbor.”

“Do you really think they attacked Uncle George and Aunt Vasaliki as well?” she asks with a trembling voice while she takes the device from me.

I can only nod, my mind racing too fast to think clearly.

I notice Eleni’s shaking severely while she orders us a cab, then I glance down at my bicep. The blood has stained the fabric of my long-sleeved shirt, and I’m leaving a trail behind us.

“How long until the cab reaches us?” I ask.

“Five minutes. We have to wait here.”

Good. I don’t think I can walk much farther.

My vision blurs, and I shake my head while sucking in deeper breaths of air.

Just get Eleni to safety.

“How do you feel?” my sister asks.

Like I was shot three times and I’m bleeding to death.

I lift my chin and mutter, “I’m fine. How long until the cab arrives?”

“Just shy of two minutes.”

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