Page 91 of Beloved Sacrifice

“The people whose lives are in danger might have ties to the Masters’ Admiralty.”

“What?” Tristan rocked back on his heels. “Explain.”

“Get me a plane. We need to leave for Boston right now.”

“If you’re making this up—”

“I’m not. And if I am, you can drag me before your Admiral and then rendition my ass to a dark hole somewhere.”

Tristan stared at him for a minute more, then looked at Rose and Marek. Weston turned so he could see them too. They both looked baffled, though most of Rose’s expression was hidden by the glasses.

“Fine.” Tristan turned and walked away, tapping at his phone.

“Wes?” Rose asked.

Marek put a hand on each of their shoulders. “I don’t know what’s going on, or what you’re talking about, but I’m going with you to Boston.”

Rose stiffened.

“Not to return you to the Grand Master. I’m going with you to help you.”

Weston sighed. “Good, because we need your help. Actually, I think we need your grandmother’s help.”

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