Page 103 of Firestorm
Oh yeah. She was definitely talking to someone.
There was no way for me to guess who without pushing toward her mind, and her brain-melting threat had truly scared the shit out of me. It was so at odds with who she was as a person, at least from what I’d seen already. She was kind and patient, offering sweet smiles to most people. But that threat, the look on her face when she’d issued it…
I was still shocked she hadn’t pushed back at me.
She hadphenomenalcontrol.
My father would love her.
My smile dropped when she paused over my picture. Then my jaw dropped when she reached out and caressed the screen of her phone. I shivered as if she were really trailing her hand across my jaw. She stared at my picture a beat too long before continuing on, furrowing her brow at mystats.
She giggled nervously before her mind opened just a fraction to me.
…made for me, he can’t…be that bad,her voice floated toward me and my knees buckled. My heart-rate spiked like I’d just been electrocuted.
Shewastalking to someone.
Aboutme.
On instinct, I reached out to her mind, giving her a soft stroke before I promptly got the fuck out of there.
I foundmyself in Wyatt’s office.
I sat in his douchey wingback chair, spun in a few circles, stopping myself when it began to creak and then opened his laptop. I chuckled as soon as the home screen flashed.
He’d changed his password.
I rolled my eyes and threw my head back against the chair, the leather creaking slightly while I pulled out my phone. I scrolled through my social media accounts, searching once again for every variation of Skye’s name that I could come up with.
She didn’t have anything on her social media.
That was more than odd for a woman in her early twenties.
Didn’t she have annoying parents or aunts or neighbors who bothered her for pictures? Did she just text all of them? Actually, come to think of it, she hadn’t textedanyonethat I’d seen, not even Brandt. Was her entire family like her?
Speaking of Brandt…
I clenched my jaw at how his username was already in my search history. I scrolled over his page, all gym selfies and stupid quotes, with a few videos of him doing tricks with his fire affinity. His profile picture had a colored ring around it, signaling that there was a new daily photo from him. I tapped it without a second thought, then froze.
The photo wasn’t of Aiden’s smug-as-fuck face, it was ofSkye. At thegym. I’d followed her there more than once in the past, but ever since Aiden began going with her, I’d pulled back slightly, feeling like they deserved a little privacy for some fucking reason.
Also…Aiden allowed Skye to spot his deadlifts, and I had a huge problem with that, but she’d be pissed if I punched him, so I just avoided the situation altogether.
Skye had taken the photo, her face hidden by his phone, but I’d know her body anywhere. She was dressed in some tiny work-out shorts and a sports bra, her hair mostly up in a bun. Looming behind her was Aiden, shirtless, flexing his muscled arms and bringing attention to their size difference. He completely dwarfed her.
I blew out a pained breath, my dick now back to being rock hard like it always was where Skye was concerned.
I’d been idly typing in nonsense on the keyboard, trying to findWyatt’s new password, and suddenly, the laptop unlocked. I sat up straight, realizing I wasn’t paying enough attention to know what I’d typed. I huffed a sigh of annoyance before opening up his internet browser, which rested on a news page.
Midwest governor demands investigation into missing Chains, WAA refuses to release resources.
I growled softly to myself. Family Chains had been going missing for months. The first cases had come out of the Polar Circle, and now they were in the Midwest. The further away from my mother’s territory the case went, the less attention or care it was given.
I clicked the article, reading through it quickly and then groaned when I saw a quote from my fucking father.
“There is no evidence at this time that these Chain disappearances are linked. They happen in different territories, the victims are of different socioeconomic backgrounds…I will not be releasing any investigative resources to look into these matters. As far as the WAA is concerned, that issue is up to the individual region to figure out.”
I shook my head. It was such an easy statement to make, but it didn’t take a genius to understand some areas were less advantaged than others. The Midwest didn’t have the resources available to look into missing Chains, and my fucking father knew that.
