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“Just that the auction is coming up,” Lars says. “I want to go see if I can find her. She’s been lost for so long.”
“I have the address, and I can reach out to Clara on the dark web as a buyer as well to see if I can describe Alisa as closely as possible to see if she does have her,” I suggest.
Caleb glares at me, but I shrug.
“No one likes when I log into the dark web, but it’s the only way to get information,” I remind him. “Mal, please don’t burndinner. Lars, whatever you’re baking smells amazing. Make sure to check on it. Felix?—”
“I’ll grab your computer for you,” he says. “You’ll just fixate otherwise.”
“My, how you know me well,” I tease Felix, enjoying the way my sister giggles, trying to shake off the rest of her sad mood.
“Nova, seriously, build a house on the property next door. It’s huge, and we bought it for a song,” he says. “We’ll get golf carts to go between the properties, and make sure to extend the fences. One key fob for both gates sounds like it would work for us.”
Nova’s lips twitch as she nods. “That does sound really nice…”
“Golf carts for these guys may make them a neighborhood menace,” I mumble under my breath, taking the computer and logging into the dark web. “I think it’s important for you to design your own space though, Nova.”
“You didn’t,” Brice says, raising an eyebrow.
“You’d let me change whatever I want,” I say flippantly.
At his nod, I grin triumphantly.
“It helps that this house is beautiful as it is,” I add, my fingers moving.
“It still feels so odd to not contribute to the property,” Tyde says. “There’s a lot still up in the air, other than that we are in a pack.”
“Lars and I will sell our place if we’re living together,” Caleb says.
“I suppose I can have caretakers for the property outside of the city,” Tyde murmurs.
“It may be nice to have a place to go when my migraines hit. Although, I’m taking a faster acting nasal spray now that helps them before they get too bad. I grab for it the second I feel it, and I don’t think Nova’s felt them at all,” I say.
“I haven’t,” she says slowly, eyes widening in excitement. “I’m so glad something is working for you. I was going to ask you if you’d had a migraine recently because I haven’t felt a whisper of pain.”
“I stopped playing the martyr,” I admit. “A part of me hates reaching for medication so often. It’s nice not to feel hungover from how awful they are. It gives me more time to live and I’m completely behind that. Tyde, you can also use the house just to get out of the city for a weekend.”
“That’s true,” he agrees.
“Let’s do this. What kind of change do you have in your pockets?” Brice asks.
Tyde pushes his hand into his pocket with a puzzled expression, but pulls out a penny and a nickel.
“I don’t usually carry change…” he says almost apologetically while I message a third party person to help me get in touch with Clara.
I’ll have to pay out the nose for the privilege, but I don’t have to tell anyone that, right?
“Give me what you have,” Brice says, standing and walking over to Tyde.
My lips twitch as I watch as my sister’s alpha is outmaneuvered by mine. There’s a reason that Brice is such a phenomenal businessman. Tyde drops the change into his hand curiously, while Brice grins triumphantly.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” he says. “I’ll have Kendra draw up the paperwork for me tomorrow and you can start clearing the space for construction.”
“What the fuck just happened?” Tyde breathes as my pack chuckles.
“It looks like you just became a property owner for ah, six cents!” Remy crows. “Congratulations.”
“Oh that was really dirty,” Tyde groans. “Thanks, I guess.”
