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“I’ll see what I can do.” He nodded.
We talked a little longer. Though I kept getting anguish from Grace and it just tore me up inside. I felt so fucking helpless.
“Well, I have to go. The farrier is coming soon. I’ve made mistakes, but I love Rose. I don’t want to uproot her life, just support her however I can. Iris too, if she ever lets me.” With a wave, Colt ended the meeting.
Well, that was interesting. I made a bunch of notes. Yeah, when I met with Rose we’d have a little talk about her dad and go from there.
I checked my phone and saw a bunch of texts. But first, I’d finish up here so I could go join my pack.
And hopefully by then Grace would be safe.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Jett
“Thora Silvers has Grace’s eyes and was a piano prodigy.” I turned the computer around to show Brennan a photo of a very young woman.
“Oh, I see it,” Brennan said. “There weren't as many similarities between Thora and Grace as Grace and Nate, but yes, I can see it in the eyes and smile.”
“This is wild,” Wes breathed. “Not only was Thora a sigma, but her dad and one of her brothers were executed for being sigmas. She also had an identical twin who was suspected of also being a sigma, and her name was… fuck. Rosalind is Grace’s mom’s name.”
“So, somehow Grace and her mom’s identical twin got to Grace’s world?” I frowned. “I can’t even fathom that.”
This whole thing was a massive mind-fuck. Like the plot twist where this Adriana person had a history with an organization that liked to terrorize scientific companies, even though she was a chemistry professor. Spencer’s old company was on that list.
My belly rumbled. I hoped the food Brennan ordered from the bar at the top of the building would come soon.
“Maybe we should just go to them? I can book us a flight.” Brennan got on my laptop.
“Wait, let me see where the jet is.” Wes started typing.
Riley looked up from her laptop. “What jet? Our Jett is right here.”
Spencer had ajet?
“The Compass BioTek jet that we use for work. There’s an app that we use for booking. Spencer took Grace on it both for safety and because it’s a work trip.” Wes looked up. “Yeah, the jet’s here… he sent it back today. Oh, he must have done that in case he needed to bring us out in a hurry.”
“Spencer has a jet? Why didn’t I know this?” Brennan asked.
“It’s technically the company’s.” Wes was texting. “Spencer says to hold off for the moment.”
“Okay, but maybe we should get Evan?” Brennan rubbed his chest.
“That’s a good idea,” I agreed. Sure, Evan was really helpful over at the Center, but I’d like him to be with us. Brennan and Wes might be a little more settled as well.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Brennan called.
Oooh, was our food here? Yeah, I know, there was a whole lot more to worry about than my stomach, but I could focus better if I had something to eat.
“Hey Sport, can we talk?” Frank Morris, Brennan’s dad, walked in. His brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”
“Nothing I want to talk to you about,” Brennan snapped as tension flowed through our bond.
His hands went up. “Hey, I’m on your side.”
“Riley, did you know there’s a free soda machine?” Wes stood. “Let’s get some.”
