Matthew gasped, all his lungs would allow him to do, and he dropped his coffee. The mug fell. It shattered with a crash that echoed in the small foyer. He grabbed both of Randy’s hands, he tried to twist them away, but Randy only dug tighter.
“Now. Go!” Vaughn snapped. “Lyle, with me. Upstairs. And the two of you get into the basement. Rafe! Get the f**k up here with Roly and check the main level.”
While Matthew’s consciousness foolishly rose to say something about the curse, his heart leapt into his throat. They had stakes. They were…Sweet Mother of God…They were going to…
“Stop!” Matthew screamed. “What are you doing?”
He paid no mind to the men running for the basement stairs. He gave no heed to the curly-haired man’s look of terror or the whispered, “I’m so sorry,” as that man push
