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I was about to go down the hall when his last word stopped me.

“But…”

Garrison looked physically uncomfortable as he shifted on his feet.

“I got a text earlier from one of my friends in the club…Silas showed up and…”

He was starting to annoy me with how he kept cutting off his sentences. His eyes were on me, his face looked solemn as he hesitated.

“What did he do?”

“Could just be a rumor but every single person who rode with Dirk, who was part of that era…he crucified them after burning down his old house.”

He…oh my god.

My hand came to my mouth as I tried to breathe through the shock of what had happened.

“How many would that be?” My voice was a rasp as my mind swirled.

“If I had to guess…I’d say it would be around a dozen or so…and from what I understand, he placed them upside down on the crosses.”

I was going to be sick.

Why would he…

Suddenly, it hit…he’d talked to Alec and then he burned down our old house, the group of men with Dirk.

He knew.

I walked past Garrison and ran down the hall, scaled the stairs and pushed through the front door.

The garage where they kept Alec was lit up enough that I was able to see him sitting on the floor, chained to a pipe. There seemed to be a shift in guard because he wasn’t currently being watched by any Stone Riders.

My flip flops slapped against the concrete as I covered the vast garage. There was a slight breeze coming in through open bay doors, ruffling Alec’s unruly hair.

His turbulent gaze landed on me the second I entered and remained on me as I drew closer.

“You look worried,” were the first words Alec said to me.

I dropped my hands and stretched my fingers out as a way to help funnel my fear.

“Did Silas come and talk to you last night?”

Alec’s gaze narrowed. “He came down here last night…” He trailed off, blinking and wetting his lips, like he was struggling to remember. He seemed lethargic.

I crossed my arms. “And?”

His eyes came back up like he’d forgotten I was there. “He wanted to know what my angle was with all this.”

“So you guys talked about you?”

His head hung, like he was too tired to keep it up.

“Have they given you any food, water?”

“Don’t worry about me, Artie.” His face came up, and then his sling moved, like he was trying to move his amputated hand.

“I’m not worried about you, Alec. But I need you awake enough that you can answer a few fucking questions.”

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