Scrambled Eggs

Jack yelled into the phone without waiting for Mal to speak.

Mal didn’t flinch when he held the phone away from his ear. “Good Morning to you as well. What seems to be the problem?”

“Is Claire there with you?”

Glancing toward the hallway, he could still hear her snores. “Yes. She is still asleep. What’s going on?”

“The fucking rogues…A group of rogue vampires were at the lake house party last night. They ransacked Claire’s car.”

Mal’s grip tightened on his phone, almost snapping it in half. He composed himself while Jack continued.

“Thankfully, the police were there, so they couldn’t hurt any of the kids. They just watched. But damnit. They ransacked her car. The fuckers were so close, Malachy. If you hadn’t taken her in last night…” Jack didn’t hide the quiver in his voice. Mal didn’t want to think of what would happen if Claire hadn’t shown up in his backyard.

Trying to steer the subject away from Claire, Mal asked, “Have we heard from Alpha Miller lately about our guest?” Malac