Chapter 43

EZRA

Sitting on the window seat in Poe's office, I spent most of my afternoons thinking. I didn't really know what we were supposed to do next. I'd put the call out to the lost children, but all I could do now was wait. Would they answer the blood call, not knowing what it was? Or what it meant?

I closed the book I wasn't reading and set it down. Who was I kidding? Even if they came, what made me their leader? The jackpot of genetics?

Rubbing at the scar on my hand, I looked out through the window to the forest. Poe would have known what I needed to do, but all I had left of him were the journals he'd kept when he was Head of the Reinhardt family.

While there was wisdom there, it didn't really apply to what I was facing now. I still had a lot to learn, and I knew that Dad and even Avery, who'd been working under her father for a year before he'd passed away, were here to help me. But the more I read the journals, the more it se