Page 14 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune (The Wayward Sons #4)

I nhale. Hold five seconds. Exhale.

Find my calm place… find my calm place…

Inhale. Hold five seconds. Exhale.

Real. Damn. Slow.

My gaze stayed fixated on the jail cell window and the single figure perched on the building roof next door. Vampire. My entire body vibrated with the warning to run. The feeling was so intense that I hardly felt anything from the others in the cell with me.

I knew the window was unbreakable—that was the whole point—but fuck. My hunter senses were in catastrophic mode as they ramped up and prepared for the worst. And if I was being honest with myself, that little window wouldn’t stop the vampire if it wanted to get to me. It wouldn’t, but it could.

Instead, it was waiting. Waiting until they moved me. I was only delaying the inevitable as I sat in that cell. It was only a matter of time before they moved me.

The pit of my stomach was lead. I hated this. I hated leaving Gray. I hated that this was my life.

“So, what the hell did you do?” Fitzgerald demanded, the sound of his voice dragging me out of my self-loathing.

He stood on the other side of the bars. He stared me down with a fiery anger that bled from every fiber of his being.

I said nothing—not like I knew what he was talking about anyway.

“Why did the FBI put a hold on your transfer?”

They what?

I did my best not to show an ounce of the surprise I felt. I refused to give anything away to them.

“You better get comfortable,” he said. “You’re staying in that cell for the next few days until you’re someone else’s problem. And no one here is making your stay a nice one.”

Power flex. I didn’t care if they hated me and took it out on me. I was curious, however, about why the FBI was involved. Was this something my father had done? I could only imagine what they thought of me.

But why? Wasn’t sending vampires after me enough? What was he getting at now?