Soren's Pov
Who is Esme? Catherine is crying hysterically as I finally get a hold of the note she dropped. The handwriting is rushed, almost panicked.
[I'm really sorry, Catherine but we're not coming back]
There's a heavy, unnatural smell of witch magic hanging in the air here, it's deeply unsettling. The entire apartment has a cold, empty feel to it, like the life has been sucked right out of the walls.
She ran her hands through her hair, pulling at the strands as she repeated the same words over and over, "She didn't want me to go. She knew. She didn't want me to go."
When I reached out to hold her, to try and offer some kind of comfort, my body came to a sudden and complete stop. My ears picked up a faint, almost silent sound. A beep. It's like a timer, the kind I've known too well from my time in the military. A bomb.
"Catherine, we need to leave," I said quickly, my voice low and urgent as I grabbed her purse from a nearby chair.
