Page 122 of Primal God

I sit on the edge of my bed, rubbing my chin.

“It fucking kills me knowing that bastard was so damn close that he could leave a letter while I had no idea what was happening.”

“It’s a shame the security feeds were down.”

It was the first thing Alessandro looked into while Brooks and I traveled to the airport.

I say, “A shame and yet I think intentional. And how did he know about Raquel?”

That’s what has really bothered me. No one knew about my child. Lilith took steps to make sure our daughter was protected. She even went as far as trying to have a home birth but had to go to the hospital when her blood pressure sky rocketed. They didn’t even have time to get her to labor and delivery, which is why our daughter was born in the ER. It also solves the mystery of the locked encounter I saw in her chart. But how did this fucker know about Raquel?

“Grant thinks the person is a Brotherhood member. It makes sense. Someone who has the same resources as us.”

I nod. “It does make sense. Honestly, if Alessandro wasn’t an Elite Member, I’d be looking at him.”

Brooks snorts. “As I’m sure others might say of me, Grant, and even you.”

“Me? Why would anyone think I was the killer?”

“You really want me to answer that, Primal God? I mean, aren’t you the man who stabbed someone in the eye for looking at your wife?”

Heat creeps up the back of my neck. “I was young and rash.”

He waves his hand. “I’m just saying that there are many people in the Brotherhood who are capable.”

“Does Blanc have any thoughts on who the killer might be?”

“Tons of thoughts, but even more dead ends. We might as well start from the beginning of the membership list and work our way down.”

I hum, knowing he’s mostly kidding. There are members around the world. A search like that would take months. Maybe even years.

“It’s someone who has something to gain,” I muss.

“Again, that doesn’t narrow down our suspects.”

“It doesn’t,” I agree.

Brooks says, “I know this is easier said than done, but this man doesn’t seem intent on hurting the ones we love. Hell, he saved Hannah when she was in trouble.”

“You say that and yet he leaves a threatening note on my girlfriend’s door, knowing our daughter is inside.”

Brooks grins at me.

“What?”

“Your girlfriend, eh? Good for you.”

“She’s more than that,” I admit. “I…I love her.”

Brooks’ grin turns into an outright smile.

“Good. You deserve to be happy.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I do. You suffered for years with Serafina. It’s nice knowing you’re happy and in love.”

I say nothing. I mean, what can I say? He’s right.

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