Raphael stood in the library for exactly four seconds....four seconds where he allowed himself to feel the full weight of what had just been handed to him, the tangle of threat and urgency and the particular horror of being the person who had to carry this news to a girl who was recovering in a bed upstairs and did not yet know that someone was currently identifying which of the people she loved would make the most effective weapon against her.
Then he moved.
Damian picked up on the first ring.
"Get your brothers," Raphael said. "Now. Don't wake Eve."
A pause....brief, the pause of a man who had learned to read urgency accurately. "How bad?"
"Bad enough that Seraphine called personally at midnight." Raphael was already walking toward the study, where he could speak without sound carrying to the rooms above. "Her source has gone dark. She has fragments....enough to know Malachai is moving toward Eve's human contacts. Targeting the unprotected ones both human and pack."
