Chapter Thirty-Seven – Just wait.

Devon’s POV

Bad luck, they say, come in threes. In smallest to greatest. First was my favorite shoes getting torn by nails.

Then, losing Chloe to Henry as she was killed last night. And another bad luck came knocking again.

My hunters were rushing about the house, calling each other and handing out guns.

I sat on the couch, reading the news paper for anything interesting. Nothing. Reaching for my glass, I sipped my wine and exhaled.

Bart hurried to me but calmed down when he saw my chilled expression. “We need to send out all the hunters.”

I grinned broadly. “On whose orders?”

My...