Page 53 of Splitting Secrets
“Are you a Null?” Beatrix bluntly asks.
Jonah shoves his arm into her side, his eyes begging her to look his way, but she ignores him.
“Yes, I am. First generation.” He holds his finger up proudly, his tone teasing.
“You’ll find that many of the people on our side are Nulls,” Quinn interjects. “Those who aren’t are twice as protective of us.” She tilts her chin down and purses her lips disapprovingly, her brows raising as she openly assesses me.
I frown, but refuse to break eye contact.
What could this sweet-looking woman possibly have against me to cause this much malice in her stare?
“They’re well aware how hard we’ve worked to get to where we are,” Raze jumps in.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was defending us.
Quinn finally turns away, stubbornly plunging her nose into the air. “I’m sure.”
Somehow, even though I won the stare-off, I still feel like I’ve somehow come out on the losing side.
Theo steps around us with two steaming bowls in his hands, offering the first to Quinn. She shakes her head, and he sets both down before the empty seats next to her, then moves back to the kitchen for more.
“I have a meeting to get to,” Raze announces as he makes his way back toward the door we came in. Fixing his dark gaze on me, he lowers his chin. “Get something in your stomachs.”
He doesn’t wait for my snarky rebuttal before he turns away. Something has him stopping in his tracks to add, “Go easy on them, Mom.”
Mom?
Quinn is hismother.
And by that logic . . . this must be his childhood home.
I blink, then twist around, really focusing on the family photos hanging on the dining room walls.
The same two young faces I saw in my vision in the woods stare back at me in formal clothing. Their hands are clasped before them while a younger Quinn and who I assume is Raze’s father stand behind them proudly. Another photo sits beside it of the boys standing in the ocean, the water up to their waists.
Banes’s innocent face stares back at me, his eyes holding that same faraway look he had when we spoke in the cabin.
“Sit down and eat. We’ve got a lot to discuss,” Quinn commands with the same dominance as her son.
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Sonny
Dinner is delicious.
Quinn and Theo have been spoon feeding us information as we shovel food into our mouths like we’ve never eaten a home cooked meal before. If I truly think about it, I haven’t had food this good in months.
“The others will be upset with us if we discuss this without them,” Theo remarks, raising a brow at Quinn.
I can tell they’re holding back information. They don’t trust us—especially Quinn. Which is fine, because we don’t fully trust them, either.
“There’s a lot to tell. I doubt they’ll mind if we get some things out of the way,” she dismisses.
“When Raze told us that Constance and Carter had a secret child, we knew we’d end up offering our resources for protection,” Theo says. “Your parents are an integral part of getting our movement off the ground.”
I bite my tongue to stop myself from correcting him.
“How do you feel knowing he’s the one who offed them?” Jonah asks, hooking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction Raze left. They both stiffen, their eyes widened in shock.
