Free Stalking Dead (Vampire Hunter Book 2) by S.C. Reynolds Page B

Emmett continued. “First I got a picture of the twins. Then I saw Lucas and you tied up. I didn’t think I was going to be able to get the address, but suddenly it popped into my head!”
    “How did you know Henry wouldn’t get hurt?” I whispered.
    “I didn’t know for sure. That’s why I was adamant about him taking everything he had to kill them. But he didn’t want to go home first, and it sounds like it would have been too late if he had gone back.”
    “I just wish I’d had two stakes,” Henry interjected. “I would have taken out both of those bastards.”
    I reached across the table and patted Henry’s hand. “Don’t beat yourself up. You were amazing.”
    “So why did you want to meet?” Henry asked Emmett, changing the subject.
    Emmett sat back and pushed his glasses up on his nose. “I was actually hoping that meeting both Aurora and Lucas would help.”
    “With?” I asked.
    Emmett sighed. “It’s like I’ve hit a wall. Something is blocking my mind.”
    “Has that happened before?” Henry wanted to know.
    “Yes, when someone wants to keep your mind out, they can. It’s kind of like a lock on a door. You need a key to get in, or the door has to be opened from the inside. I was hoping you’d be the key.”
    I was still confused. “ You’re saying that you can’t get any more information on my case because someone doesn’t want you to have it?”
    “Not me, specifically,” Emmett explained. “I’m not an anomaly; there are plenty of other mediums out there. Whoever is at the root of all of this doesn’t want anyone knowing anything . It’s probably a miracle I could see what was going to happen with the twins.”
    “I was hoping meeting you in person would trigger something else,” he continued.
    “And has it?” I questioned.
    “It’s not instantaneous. I won’t know until I know , if that makes sense.”
    “I guess. ” It didn’t make sense.
    “I need time,” Emmett elaborated.
    Henry sighed. “What if those guys – Bartholomew and Thomas – come back for us? Any premonitions about that?”
    “I don’t feel like you’re in any imminent danger, if that helps,” Emmett said. He clasped and unclasped his hands nervously.
    “Besides,” he added, “a lot of the stuff they had to collect for that spell wasn’t easy to come by.”
    “Like?” I asked. I was curious to know what the odd pile of stuff on the table had been.
    “Hair of a hell hound, for starters,” Emmett replied.
    “Come again,” I said.
    “You know, a hound of hell,” Emmett said. “The ones that come for you when you’ve sold your soul to the devil and your time is up.”
    “Oh. I didn’t know selling your soul to the devil was a real thing.” I had thought selling your soul at the cross roads was just a silly made up story.
    “Yes.” Emmett nodded vigorously. “As you can imagine, it probably took them awhile to get that one.”
    Just then Henry’s phone rang. “I have to take this. It’s my mom.” Henry stood up and walked outside.
    “So why aren’t you telling Henry about what rea lly happens when he thinks you’re sleeping?” Emmett asked as soon as Henry was out of earshot.
    “Huh?” I jumped in surprise.
    “I know you pass out – blackout – several nights a week,” Emmett said. “I also know you aren’t sharing this information with Henry; you pretend you’re sleeping,” he added.
    I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table and burying my head in my hands. “I don’t know,” I said desperately. “I don’t want to keep secrets from Henry…” My voice trailed off.
    “But?” Emmett prompted.
    “But what if the only person I really trust decides I’m destined to go on a killing spree during one of my weird blackouts and doesn’t want anything to do with me?” I blurted out in one long question.
    “You’re scared,” Emmett replied.
    “Of course I’m scared!” I said in frustration. “Even I don’t know what I’m capable of doing! You