“Now. Go!” Vaughn snapped. “Lyle, with me. Upstairs. And the two of you get into the basement. Rafe! Get the fuck 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 pushed past. It was the O’Connells he watched. The O’Connells who were heading for the stairs that would lead up to the bedrooms. To Gavin. Where Gavin lay sleeping. “Gavin! Gavin, wake up!”