I pick up the boy, which is about all I can tell about this poor creature. He shifted, and his body didn’t take it well. Whatever his primary DNA is, it isn’t elf or dragon.
“Here, call Everett and let him know we’re coming in with one," I say, handing Zephyr my phone. "Did you check the other rooms?”
“Yes, the others are dead, but he’s alive,” she says as she dials and heads outside.
I race back to the office, grabbing as much as I can carry in one hand, including the computer while carrying the boy with the other. I don’t have time to rip out the cameras, so it’s possible Oliver will see that we were here. Hopefully, I can tap into the feed online and block it, but I need to take care of this boy first.
I run outside, picking up my phone where Zephyr left it before racing up her bac
