Chris laughed as I left Jordan in the front row and moved down to sit with Emma in the middle. “Are we going to have to tie you to your seat so we can take off?” he teased.

“When the pilot says we’re leaving, I’ll be the first one buckled in.”

A minute later, the pilot’s voice came over the intercom to tell us to take our seats.

Emma was quiet beside me. I knew she was still nervous about Westhorne, so I buckled in next to her to keep her company during the flight. Once we were in the air, I pulled out the notepad and pencil I’d taken from the house and doodled on it as we talked about Westhorne.

“Is that where we’re going?” she asked.

I looked at the outline of a building I’d been sketching. It was a large house and made of stone. I was halfway through adding what looked like a turret.

“It looks sort of like a castle,” Emma commented.

“It does, doesn’t it?” My brow furrowed as I studied the partial drawing. Where had I seen this house before? I dredged through my memories and came up blank. Strange. I’d obviously seen it somewhere. Why else would I draw it?

I put my pencil to the page and continued to finish the turret. Soon, my hand was flying over the page until the finished picture lay before me. There were four turrets in all, and the front of the building had ten windows and a large door that I’d drawn in detail down to the carved door knocker.

Emma picked it up for a better look. “This is really good. I don’t know why, but it kind of gives me the willies.”

“Yeah, me too.” I stared at the drawing. The longer I looked at it, the more I felt like tearing the page from the notepad and crumpling it up. Something tickled the edge of my memory, but every time I tried to focus on it, it slipped away.

“You know” – Emma held the drawing away from her to study it from a different angle – “for some reason, I feel like I’ve seen this place before.”

Her words were like a key unlocking a memory that I hadn’t known was there. Suddenly, an image of the house appeared in my mind. Only it wasn’t my memory I was looking at. It belonged to the vamhir demon I’d pulled it from two days ago. The same demon that used to live inside Emma. The same demon that had gone with its maker, Eli, to see his master.

“It can’t be.” I took the notepad from Emma with shaking hands.

“What’s wrong?” Nikolas appeared beside me. His eyes immediately went to Emma who shrank away from him.

“This.” I held the drawing up for him to see. My initial shock was passing and excitement was building in my chest. “This is his house.”

Nikolas frowned in confusion. “Whose house?”

“The Master’s.”

Emma gasped. Chris and Jordan crowded in behind Nikolas.

“What are you talking about?” Nikolas took the notepad from me. He peered at the drawing then looked at me and Emma. “Did she tell you that?”

“No. I drew it from memory, from a memory I took from the vamhir demon before I killed it.”

“You took the demon’s memory?” Jordan asked, wide-eyed.

“I asked it about the Master and it showed me this house. I forgot about it with everything else that happened.”

Nikolas handed the notepad to Chris who studied it closely. “How do you know this is the Master’s house?”

“I don’t for sure, but something feels off about it. Emma feels it, too.”

Emma nodded. “It gives me the creeps, and it seems familiar.”

“I told you what Emma said about the Master being so paranoid that he compels other vampires to forget him. Eli took her with him when he visited the Master and she was compelled to forget. But no one can erase your mind that completely, and I think I found a memory he missed.”

Chris exhaled loudly. “Jesus, if that’s true...”

“We need to get this to our guys as soon as possible,” Nikolas said.

“Already on it.” Chris whipped out his phone and snapped a photo of the drawing then fired off an email to someone.

I took a photo of the drawing with my phone as well. “I’m sending this to David. If anyone can find this house, it’s him and Kelvan.”

No one argued, so I texted David, asking him if he could locate the house for me. He replied with a smiley face and asked if I was joking. I told him not to worry, that the Mohiri were on it. His last text said he’d get back to me soon.

When the pilot announced our approach into Boise my pulse picked up. We were almost home.

“Boise? That’s where you live?” Emma asked.

“Not quite. It’s about an hour away.”

I grinned when I saw the two red-haired warriors waiting for us when we left the plane. It seemed fitting somehow that Seamus and Niall were the ones to drive Jordan and me home, after the way we’d left Westhorne. The little smirk on Jordan’s face told me she was having similar thoughts.

The twins took the front seats, and Nikolas and Chris took the middle. That left the last row of the large SUV for me, Jordan, and Emma. Within minutes we were on the road toward home.

Jordan and I told Emma about Westhorne while the four warriors talked among themselves. It started to snow, and Emma said she didn’t have boots or a coat, or anything else for that matter. I laughed when I saw a familiar gleam in Jordan’s eye. Poor Emma. Jordan had just found a new dress-up doll. I really hoped my new friend liked shopping.

“You’ll like Terrence and Josh.” Jordan moved on to the subject of boys. “They’re pretty cool.”