I re-read the message multiple times for it to sink into my head. Someone wanted to kill my Hames? Oh God. 

Where on Earth was he?

I quickly called his phone.

He answered the call almost immediately. "Hello?" He sounded so tired. 

"Where are you?" I scrunched my face in worry. 

The sound of the door opening distracted me. "I'm right here." He said. 

I ended the call and threw the phone to the bed, sprinted to him, pulled him in then locked the door. 

"We have to leave immediately."

"Right now?"

"If it's possible then yes."

"I already said that but we're leaving first thing tomorrow morning." He kissed...