Edward would never forget the terror in that voice, the urgency, the chill and the sense of panic in that phone call. Those emotions had not just been felt by his father, he had felt them as well during that call. He would never forget how his own heart dropped and a sense of dread run through his entire body.
Through the years, he always replayed that phone call in his mind, he would never forget a single word that had been said.
"It's dad...Listen, I....I need help. Now." Cillian had stammered; his breath rugged. His voice had been heavy with tension and there had been cracks in it. "They were waiting for us, traps-they were everywhere....The weapons didn't work at all, something is wrong, tell Rufus. Run."
The call had been ended abruptly but not before Edward heard chaos in the background, loud voices, whispers and scraping as if something or someone was being dragged.
