Jace’s POV
Victor's voice stayed in my head long after the call ended, because every word he had spoken carried the same message, and that message was simple enough to understand.
He wasn't finished.
I stood in the clubhouse office with the phone still in my hand while Paige watched me from across the room.
“What did he say exactly?” She asked and I looked at her.
“That the attack at the community hall was only a warning.” I said and her face tightened.
“And he sounded confident.” She said.
“He did.” I said as Derek walked into the room.
“We're locking the clubhouse down tonight.” Derek said and I nodded.
“Everyone stays here unless we know exactly where they're going.” I said and Derek was already making calls.
“I'll organize patrols.” Derek said.
“Rotate them every few hours.”
