Page 62 of Angel Lost

Don’t bother tracking us. Phones, laptops—wiped.

Lottie

Stupid child. So desperate to make a difference, she and her friends didn’t stop to think about the chaos they’d leave behind. Always leaving me to clean up her messes. Until now, I was happy to. Hell, I encouraged her.

Mi mamibusies herself, wheeling back and forth from the kitchen with coffee and sweet treats. She doesn’t need to hear this again—we’ve gone over it a dozen times.

She rolls over Lorelei’s toes on her way past.Mierda. Lori flinches but forces a smile, shaking it off and leaning over the table, eyes locked on the pathetic excuse for intel we have.

Raff exhales, shaking his head. “They covered their tracks well.” Then, quieter—“Kinda proud of them.”

I cut him a look, and he shrinks under it. “I mean…it’s bad for us, obviously.”

I huff a laugh despite myself. Of course they did. Lottie was convinced tech would be the way the Maveriks stayed on top.

Girl-Farrell’s phone alarm chimes, and he whips it out, fingers flying over the screen. A slow smile spreads across her—his—face.

“There’s a lead,” he says, voice high-pitched and wrong.

I narrow my eyes. “You asked. For me?”

Farrell shrugs, bumping my side. He barely reaches my stomach.

“I made you a girl, remember,” Kai says, grinning. “And that’s not very feminine.”

Beside me, Raff and Alairik shift their weight, heads tilting. Their nostrils flare, reading the air, readinghim. Farrell’s delicate brows pinch. He pouts. Farrell Cuelebre pouts.

Then, his pupils slit, golden iris flaring, dragon pressing through. Raff stiffens. Alairik steps back just enough to be ready.

“Kai, you did this?” I ask.

Kai’s grin widens. He nods.

I sigh, dragging a hand down my face. “He’s…uh…a very pretty girl.”

“Do you want this lead or not?” Farrell presses.

I wipe the smirk off my face.

“It’s not much, Chano. Don’t get excited. A patrol sighted six adolescents, a mix of demons and wolves—”

“Let’s go.” I push up so fast the table rattles.

“Wait.” Farrell lifts a hand. “It was more than twenty-four hours ago. The patrol tracked them until they left our safe zone.”

“Then let’s go,” I growl. “We can follow where your rebels won’t.”

The room goes still. Girl-Farrell’s gaze jumps to my men, tomi mami. Kai opens his mouth in a wide O, then slaps his forehead.

Hellfire. I need to engage my damn brain.

“They won’t breathe a word.” I grab the redhead’s hand. Shit. Still Farrell. I drop it again. “Not a word, or it will be their last,” I snarl, daring anyone to argue.

Raff and Alairik nod and shift in their seats. Good actors, my boys. They already knew about Farrell’s rebellion. Of course they did.

Farrell, though? He thinks they’re hearing it for the first time. But how could I not tell my most trusted? This is going to hit the Maveriks hard. He’s my allegiance; his mess is my mess. We’re getting dragged in. And between Raff, Alairik, and I, we still can’t find a way to spin it to the rest of the gang.

And Farrell, the great strategist? Hasn’t even thought about what it means for me. For the gang. If I don’t weed out mytiossoon, the second they catch wind of this, they’ll use it to oust me.

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