#Chapter 117 The Address

Grace I could see myself on the screen as Amira activated the broadcast. I took a deep breath and stared into the camera, hoping that I looked more in control, more put together and assured than I felt. I tried to focus on the words I was supposed to be saying, imagining that Eason was here, feeding me the lines the way he had before. That he was safe, that someone was just seconds away from finding him. Amira did something to the computer and turned the screen into a teleprompter. My lips twitched. Eason... really had thought of everything, and I... I owed him to do this right. I owed it to him not to run. "My fellow citizens of Mooncrest, I hope this message finds you well either in your homes or in the bomb shelter nearest to you. I'm addressing you now to let you know what actions I, the Mooncrest Police, the volunteer militia, and the Enforcer units who have come to our aid are doing to deal with Blood Moon's threats..." I glossed over the shoot-out in front of City Hall