She looked between the brothers.“What’s Blackmeadow?”
“Our family home in Canada,” Evren explained.“It’s a place to disappear when we need or want some downtime.”
Something twisted inside.Would she spend her whole life “disappearing” from Scias?A plan started to form.She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, continue to be a burden to Evren and his family much longer.
“If you can sell my necklace, I can use Blackmeadow until I can establish myself in Canada.It’ll be a good place to reinvent myself.”
Evren stared at her like she was speaking a different language.“We’ll figure that out later.”
“We?You can’t disrupt your life anymore because of me.”
He didn’t respond for a moment.“I refuse to be a shitty person.”
Their conversation played through her head.Shitty parents.Shitty life.Evren wasn’t a shitty friend.He was her hero.Her knight in shining armor.A whisper of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“What the fuck does that mean?”Jeremiah demanded.
Evren smiled serenely at her.“It means I’m disappearing with her.”
She immediately shook her head.“What?But your life is here.”
“I’d be too distracted thinking about you.”
“Hold the fuck up,” Jeremiah growled.“What about your job?”
Evren shrugged.“Give it to Saxon.”
“Give me what?”Saxon said as he walked into the dining room.He glanced at each of them.“What’d I miss?”
“Lowen has to disappear and I’ve decided to go with her,” Evren explained.“You can have my job.”
Saxon frowned.“But I like my old job.”
“Do both,” Evren encouraged.“Security by day, torture by night.”
Saxon pursed his lips as he thought, and then gave him a thumbs-up.Lowen wasn’t sure if that was a hyperbole or not.Both men turned to their older brother to wait for his decision.Jeremiah focused on her, but she couldn’t get a read on him.His poker face was stone-cold expressionless.
“Very well,” he finally said.“You’ll need money and passports.What is your middle name, Lowen?”
“Marie.”
“I’ll have my assistant obtain new IDs by tomorrow.”He hesitated for a brief moment.“I’m not trying to strong-arm you, Lowen, or tell you what to do.But it’s my job as head of the household to protect my family, and since you are now part of my family, you and my brother better not get yourselves dead.”
“You’ve been adopted!”Saxon exclaimed.“I’ve always wanted a sister.”
“You have a sister,” Jeremiah reminded him.
“That ghost haunting the old house isn’t my sister,” he said, the levity completely gone.“She’s just a shell of a person wasting air.The incubator made sure none of us got out of there with our souls intact.”
There was so much hatred in his tone that it shocked her.It made her heart ache for him.
“Sax,” Jeremiah murmured.“The incubator is gone.”
Saxon surged to his feet, sudden rage turning his face dark and scary.His Dr.Jeckell had just turned into Mr.Hyde.
“Of course, she’s gone,” Sax snapped.He gripped his hair like yesterday.“I got rid of her, you know.She can’t kick me anymore.Can’t put her cigarettes out on my skin anymore.Can’twhoreme out anymore.Don’t you remember?”
“I remember,” Jeremiah answered calmly.“I vowed to keep you safe, and I will.Recite the words, Saxon.”