A Call of Vampires (A Shade of Vampire #51)

I was already halfway across the room. “Shh! Stay there!” I hissed.

My brain was in a haze of panic, and all I knew was that my instincts were telling me to keep quiet. If this person was a burglar, then we should just let him come in and take what he wanted, rather than try to fight him off. There was literally nothing to take anyway—which made the situation even more bewildering. Who would break into an old shack like this? Whatever the answer, for all we knew he was armed.

The Churnleys’ door opened as I reached the landing, and Mr. Churnley stepped out wearing nothing but a long nightshirt and underwear, his eyes bleary.

“Which one of you—?” he began, but I quickly held a finger to my lips, cutting him off.

“What’s going on?” Mrs. Churnley emerged wearing a cotton nightie, her hair in curlers.

“Someone broke in,” I breathed. “We need to stay quiet.”

“Riley?” Angie whispered from behind me. She and Lauren were standing in our doorway, looking pale and utterly terrified.

“J-Just stay where you are,” I repeated, barely daring to breathe as I inched toward the staircase, a shaken Mr. Churnley following me.

“What the devil,” he cursed beneath his breath. “My gun’s downstairs.”

I prayed none of the floorboards creaked too loudly beneath my feet as I lowered myself and craned my neck to look down in between the banisters, trying to catch a glimpse of what the intruder was doing.

From my mostly obscured view of the kitchen, I caught a blur of black sweeping past the edge of the dining table—heard rapid footsteps pounding across the floorboards, and then, to my confusion… head outside. The gate groaned seconds later.

My heart was in my throat, and I stayed frozen in my position for several moments, wondering what on earth had just happened. Had I heard what I thought I’d heard? Had the intruder seriously already left? It remained quiet downstairs—save for the barking of the dogs—so I could only conclude he had.

“I think he’s gone,” I managed, my voice raspy as I rose to my feet. My knees felt shaky from the shock and the adrenaline still coursing through me, so I kept gripping the banister for support.

“Maybe he heard us wake up,” Lauren said, her voice uneven.

Swallowing hard, I proceeded down the staircase, and the others followed. Arriving in the kitchen/dining area, we analyzed the room, looking for signs of disruption and anything that might be missing.

Nothing looked immediately out of place. The chairs were still drawn neatly around the table; all the kitchen cupboards and drawers were closed. He’d been down here for barely a minute, and clearly hadn’t had time for any rummaging around.

Then what had he been—

“He took the wing!” Mrs. Churnley suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone stilled, scanning each corner of the room.

Indeed. The wing was gone.

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