Faith sat on the couch in Edward's room, turning her phone over in her hands. She breathed deeply, tapping Sam's number in, then held the phone to her ear.
Voicemail.
"Sam... haven't been able to get a hold of you or Dean, but I'm just checking in. Carlisle busted me out and I'm with the Cullen's in Forks. I'm heading to LA from here, so I don't know how much longer I'll be here. Things are going to hell, literally. Hellmouths are opening all over Europe, and I'm gathering the troops. I'm down to a handful of girls, Sam. It's... I don't love my chances, I'll be honest. If I could, I'd be there for your showdown, but there's not enough... there's just not enough time."
She bit her lip, sighing.
"I'm safe, for now. And I hope you are too. If we make it out of this, we're not leaving a room for 24 hours."
She smiled slightly.
"Don't die, ok? I'll be really angry if you do... I... I love you. So... so don't die."