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Authors: Morgan Kelley
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she said that to you, Cal?” Elizabeth pulled into the road leading to her house.
“No, but you know how you say go with your gut?”
“Yes.” Elizabeth was a big believer in gut instinct, and it saved hers and the Blackhawk men’s lives many times.
“My gut says something is very wrong.”
Elizabeth pulled into the driveway and put the SUV into park. “Cal, then we’ll work through this together, okay? Your brother and I are willing to do whatever it takes to help you out with this. If you want some time away, come crash here. You know you’re welcome. Move in with us, and we’ll keep you safe while you navigate whatever is eating away at your heart.”
He nodded. “I’m going to go see if Desdemona’s home. I’ll ask her what’s going on and talk to you later,” he said, hopping out of the SUV and pausing. “I love you.”
Elizabeth was a little surprised that he didn’t look over at her. “I love you too, Callen.” Then she watched him jog around the side of their house to get to the one he shared with Desdemona. All the muscles in her stomach knotted tightly. None of this sat well. Lifting her son out of the SUV, Elizabeth took him inside to place him in his crib and finish his nap. Elizabeth knew she’d be pacing until she heard from him, and Callen confirmed everything was fine.
Or so she hoped , but again she too was going with her gut instinct, and it wasn’t boding well for what she believed was coming for them all.
Whitefox entered the house, shutting off the alarm and dropped his keys on the table in the living room. Everything looked in place, and he calmed down immediately. Part of him expected to enter the house to find it torn apart in a struggle, and Desdemona dead or gone. Maybe it was his overactive imagination, or maybe it was just the fact he knew that the stalker was crazy. He’d already blown up an FBI vehicle, and then went off the grid, like he knew they’d catch him if he kept it up.
Running up to their bedroom, he saw the closet open, and clothes lying on the bed. That definitely wasn’t right. He looked inside and one of the suitcases Desdemona owned, the one covered in skulls, was absent from its normal spot. Now his heart began pounding in his chest. Back down the stairs he ran, sliding down the mahogany banister and landing at the base of the stairs looking around.
The k itchen!
Callen raced through the doorway and found a note lying on the counter. Pulling it open he read it three times before the anger grabbed him and shook him violently.
Callen,
If you're reading this you came home early. I got a call
from my grand'mere that my sister is missing. I had to
catch a flight back home to help find her. I know you’re
going to be pissed, but I had to help my family.
I’m sorry and don’t be too mad.
Desdemona.
Too mad? Oh there weren’t words to express how angry he was over the entire situation. The one thing he asked her to not do was go back to Cypress Grove. Not because he was being bossy or controlling, but because the stalke r specifically ordered her to return. That meant one thing, she was a target, and now if her sister was missing, it was even worse.
His heart ached as the woman he planned on marrying had broken the only promise he ever asked of her, and to make it worse, she didn’t take the protection that was available to her. Any of the Blackhawk family would have talked her out of it, or gone with her to help her find her sister. Yet, she chose to lie about being sick and sneak off behind their backs.
Mad wasn’t the word for it at all. Furious was a better choice at this point or betrayed. That word fit the bill accurately.
Now , he needed to have a plan, and although he didn’t know what to do, he knew who would. Locking up the house, Callen headed back to his brother’s home to confer with Elizabeth. Right now, he needed her calm, rational mind while he was all stormy and ready to explode.
When he got his
“No, but you know how you say go with your gut?”
“Yes.” Elizabeth was a big believer in gut instinct, and it saved hers and the Blackhawk men’s lives many times.
“My gut says something is very wrong.”
Elizabeth pulled into the driveway and put the SUV into park. “Cal, then we’ll work through this together, okay? Your brother and I are willing to do whatever it takes to help you out with this. If you want some time away, come crash here. You know you’re welcome. Move in with us, and we’ll keep you safe while you navigate whatever is eating away at your heart.”
He nodded. “I’m going to go see if Desdemona’s home. I’ll ask her what’s going on and talk to you later,” he said, hopping out of the SUV and pausing. “I love you.”
Elizabeth was a little surprised that he didn’t look over at her. “I love you too, Callen.” Then she watched him jog around the side of their house to get to the one he shared with Desdemona. All the muscles in her stomach knotted tightly. None of this sat well. Lifting her son out of the SUV, Elizabeth took him inside to place him in his crib and finish his nap. Elizabeth knew she’d be pacing until she heard from him, and Callen confirmed everything was fine.
Or so she hoped , but again she too was going with her gut instinct, and it wasn’t boding well for what she believed was coming for them all.
Whitefox entered the house, shutting off the alarm and dropped his keys on the table in the living room. Everything looked in place, and he calmed down immediately. Part of him expected to enter the house to find it torn apart in a struggle, and Desdemona dead or gone. Maybe it was his overactive imagination, or maybe it was just the fact he knew that the stalker was crazy. He’d already blown up an FBI vehicle, and then went off the grid, like he knew they’d catch him if he kept it up.
Running up to their bedroom, he saw the closet open, and clothes lying on the bed. That definitely wasn’t right. He looked inside and one of the suitcases Desdemona owned, the one covered in skulls, was absent from its normal spot. Now his heart began pounding in his chest. Back down the stairs he ran, sliding down the mahogany banister and landing at the base of the stairs looking around.
The k itchen!
Callen raced through the doorway and found a note lying on the counter. Pulling it open he read it three times before the anger grabbed him and shook him violently.
Callen,
If you're reading this you came home early. I got a call
from my grand'mere that my sister is missing. I had to
catch a flight back home to help find her. I know you’re
going to be pissed, but I had to help my family.
I’m sorry and don’t be too mad.
Desdemona.
Too mad? Oh there weren’t words to express how angry he was over the entire situation. The one thing he asked her to not do was go back to Cypress Grove. Not because he was being bossy or controlling, but because the stalke r specifically ordered her to return. That meant one thing, she was a target, and now if her sister was missing, it was even worse.
His heart ached as the woman he planned on marrying had broken the only promise he ever asked of her, and to make it worse, she didn’t take the protection that was available to her. Any of the Blackhawk family would have talked her out of it, or gone with her to help her find her sister. Yet, she chose to lie about being sick and sneak off behind their backs.
Mad wasn’t the word for it at all. Furious was a better choice at this point or betrayed. That word fit the bill accurately.
Now , he needed to have a plan, and although he didn’t know what to do, he knew who would. Locking up the house, Callen headed back to his brother’s home to confer with Elizabeth. Right now, he needed her calm, rational mind while he was all stormy and ready to explode.
When he got his
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