“What’s going on?” Ruby said, quickly glancing at Bennett.

“Do you know where Giuseppe’s is?” Bennett said, hitting another speed dial number.

“Sure. It’s just outside of Spring Hill. Why?”

“How long will it take us to get there?”

“Um…maybe twenty minutes.”

“Make it ten,” Bennett said, putting the phone to her ear. “Lisa, pick up.” Bennett waited for a few seconds. “Goddammit, Lisa, pick up your bloody phone.” Bennett drummed her fingers on her thigh as the call went to voice mail. “Lisa, listen. When you get this, I need you to drop whatever you’re doing, get to the warehouse, and lock yourself in. I don’t have time to explain. Just do as I say, and call me back as soon as you can. Bye.”

Bennett scrolled to the next speed dial, letting out the breath she’d been holding when she heard someone pick up.

“Hi, Bennett. What’s going on?”

“Gunnar, where are you?”

“Home. Just hanging out with the family. Why?”

“I need you to get everyone into the safe room right now.”

Gunnar didn’t even have to think. “Bridget,” he screamed, scooping up his youngest from the living room floor. “We need to get everyone downstairs now.”

Bennett listened as Gunnar juggled the phone while he ran through his house, and within a minute, out of breath and standing in the fortified section of his basement, Gunnar placed his phone against his ear. “Done. Now, what’s going on?”

“All you need to know at the moment is I believe Napoleon is involved. With that being said, if any vampires show up at your house, you’re to follow the protocol I gave you. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” Gunnar said, his eyes drawn to a switch on the console. “But what about—”

“I’ve already left Lisa a message. I told her to get to the warehouse, and I’m calling Finn as soon as we hang up to tell him to do the same.”

“Then call me back when you’re done.” Bennett heard a click, and a sliver of a smile appeared when she realized Gunnar had hung up on her.

Traveling at speeds far greater than the posted limit, Ruby slowed to take a turn. “Why the warehouse?” she said, pressing her foot on the accelerator again. The car was quiet except for a faint tapping, and out of the side of her eye, Ruby could see Bennett frantically texting someone. Ruby didn’t need to ask who. Fear had carved itself into Bennett’s face.

“Because Lisa and Finn live in apartments,” Bennett said, dialing another number. “They don’t have safe rooms. All they have are the bloody lightbulbs.”

“Then let’s go to Lisa’s first. We can hit the restaurant after we—”