Chapter Twenty Seven

I couldn't make myself move for the first few minutes while I was back at the house. Hunters know to expect death, and if Ethan had died any other way, if Anthony hadn't been involved I might have been able to deal with the pain. I couldn't even collect my thoughts to figure out who I was supposed to call. Nicole? Ethan's parents?

I wasn't ready to face any of them. I wouldn't be able to deal with the disgust from Nicole or the guilt I would get from seeing his parents. My own selfishness disgusted me. Here Ethan was dead because of me, and all I could worry about was my self.

I finally worked up the nerve to get out my cell phone and call someone. The ideal person would've been my mother. I could use her no nonsense, methodical attitude right now, but she obviously wasn't an option so I settled for Cheryl.

My throat was dry, and I was gasping as I tried to explain in broken sentences what happened. When Cheryl got the gist of it, she immediately teleported back to the house where she