Page 76 of Lost
“There’s been a lot happening,” I sigh. “She killed Nova’s kidnappers, but not at the expense of herself. Hollis is nursing some broken bones.”
“Oh my God,” Aine whispers. “Where is she?”
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I take a chance, pulling it out to check it.
Hollis
Malcolm is driving me out. Warn my grandparents I’m going to be pretty drugged up. While I’m feeling better, I’m aware that this shit still hurts.
Fuck, I love this girl. Not in a romantic way at all. She’s been my best friend for a long damn time though.
“Hollis is on her way,” I breathe.
Aine and Kevin don’t live in Minneapolis, but outside of the city limits. I’m unsure how this psychic connection the twins have works, but Nova hasn’t shown any sign that she’s in pain.
“She goes by Nova,” Lars murmurs, his eyes on the omega in his arms. “The people who took her were connected to Roberto Domino, and the kidnapping was done to hurt you and your family.”
“They’re dead?” Aine asks, her eyes dark and angry through her grief.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply. “Brutally and in a way that would make you very proud.”
Her lips twitch in a way that reminds me of Hollis, and she shudders as she thinks about the unknowns happening here.
“It was a shock to see her eyes,” Kevin grunts.
“It’s how Lars and I realized who she was,” I explain. “She walked by Hollis’ hospital bed the day of the attack at the mixer.”
“If Domino is dead, maybe we can finally get rid of that hateful Emilia woman,” he growls. “I’m going to get the ball moving on that as soon as I can.”
“Enough with the politics,” Aine mutters, squeezing his hand as the car comes to a stop. “Let’s focus on our granddaughter’s return for now.”
The driver opens the car door, helping Aine and Kevin out of the vehicle before we follow after them. Nova whimpers in Lars’ arms as she begins to wake up, and I watch as my brother purrs for her. Kevin’s head turns so quickly that he almost trips, and I wince as he finds his footing.
“Do you have something else to tell me?” he growls.
“She’s our scent match,” I say, leaving my brother to comfort Nova.
Lars’ lips press against the shell of her ear as he speaks to her, and she nods weakly as she opens her eyes.
“What are the odds,” Kevin whispers as we head inside.
“Our families have always been close,” I start to say, worried suddenly that he may dislike the fact that Lars and I are pursuing his granddaughter.
“That’s not what he means, Caleb,” Aine says, leading the way with her cane to the living room.
A maid pops her head in and Aine nods at her.
“Can we get tea and refreshments please? I believe we may have a few more joining us as well.”
“Hollis is on her way,” I tell Nova as Lars sits on a large wingback chair with her in his lap.
“Is that a good idea?” she asks, pushing herself into a more comfortable position. Lars grunts but doesn’t complain, and I think about how he seems to be trying harder to keep the peace.
Instead, he seems to be getting used to being her chair since Nova continually ends up in his lap.
“She’s downing some pain meds,” I murmur. “Hollis was also doing better when I saw her yesterday.”
“I don’t like to be kept out of the loop,” Kevin grunts. “Nova, I’m sorry we overwhelmed you earlier. We both decided to go out to breakfast at the same restaurant it seems. What are the odds?”
