Long after they had departed, Lily continued to think about the aftermath of the struggle at the docks. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, the sight of falling victims, and the stench of gunpowder had made it all too real. Now that Carlisle was defensive, he would only return with greater vigor.
The beast had not been killed, but it had been injured.
Lily sat at the kitchen table back at the safe house, gazing at the phone. On the screen, a single message from an unidentified number blinked.
"You have no idea what you've begun. Get out of here while you can.
As soon as Ethan entered, his gaze instantly focused on her stiff posture. "What is it?"
Lily gave the phone to him. His face darkened as he read the letter. Without saying a word, he grabbed the gadget and threw it in the sink, then he turned on the tap and let the water ruin it.
"That is not a possibility," he stated bluntly.
Lily let out a breath. "Carlisle is unstoppable."
