Page 28 of Polestar
“He would have died in there if you hadn’t found him.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” she said, trying to make light of her role.
Magnus snorted.“He’s a polar bear.If he’s unconscious, he’s in a bad way.”He glanced at the door.
“Magnus, what else can you tell us about our patient?”Director Kane asked, drawing the focus of the meeting back to Bjornson.
Palm still tingling, Ana withdrew her hand from Magnus’ light grasp.
“There really isn’t anything more I can add to the report I filled out earlier.”
Kane picked up the sheaf of paper.“Aksel Matochkin, twenty-two years old, kinsman by marriage via your former wife, Ulla Matochkin.”
Magnus nodded.
Former wife?
Magnus was—had been married?Ana wasn’t sure why it surprised her, given that she knew nothing about the man next to her.It had only been a few days since she boarded his charter.
“When’s the last time you saw Aksel?”
Magnus drew a deep breath and blew it out on a heavy exhale, staring at the floor.“The day they banished me.”
Banished?
Ana’s gaze shot to Magnus’ solemn face, then to Kane and the others.
They all know.
Despite not being a shifter, even Ana knew that banishment from a clan was bad.
Very bad.
And he worked for Kane and the GPSA?How the heck did that make sense?What could he possibly have done that was so bad, that the only answer was banishment?Or death.
She glanced at him again and decided she was glad it was the former.
But if he worked for Kane, it couldn’t besobad, could it?
She’d never got that kind of vibe from him, not even when she’d accidentally read him on that first night.Which knocked her out.Along with the fever.She still blamedthatmostly on the fever.
Or… had it been something more?
She searched his profile, tempted to lower her barrier and prod.But that would be an invasion of his privacy.
Not something she would deliberately do to her teammates unless directly ordered to do.
Deliberate reading or not, she couldn’t ignore the waves of guilt and regret that emanated from him.And something more.Deeper.Heartache.
The urge to take his hand and offer him comfort again was overwhelming.
Heartache for his former wife?
She clasped her hands on her lap, fingers locked together as she passingly acknowledged her own fleeting feelings of disappointment and jealousy.
Jealousy?
You’ve barely known the man a few days, she reminded herself.What’s wrong with you?
