Page 9 of Dream Mates
Oh, I should write down everything I knew about the Temporal Authority for Spencer, to add to his own knowledge.
Wait. If the discovery of parallel worlds wasn’t inherently illegal, then why did the Temporal Enforcers take Spencer’s dad then blow up the super collider to destroy his lab?
Maybe Agent Weigmier would tell me. If one good thing came of this it would be being able to let Spencer know why his dad was taken and what happened to him.
If they let me return.
Please, please, please let me return to Wes.
A sob ripped from my throat as I started to cry. I was drained. Scared. What if I never got to see Wes and everyone again?
Wes. He was probably beside himself. While he tried to hide it, I knew that he felt awful for never being able to find me back when we were teenagers. That failing to protect me went against his protective alpha instincts. That knowing I was being hurt, and not being able to stop it, had made indelible marks on his soul.
Evan would be hurt, and so would Riley, because they let me in. Spencer was probably just sad–and thought I was dead.
Oh god, Spencer probably told everyone about everything and that I was dead. That would be his thought, and he’d share it with the group.
If only I could let them know I wasn’t. Damnit. Brennan would be pissed at me. I hid this from him. I’d lied. I’d brought harm to the pack. Just when the two of us were making headway, this had to happen.
More sobs wracked my chest. I set my head on my arms and slumped over the table, crying myself to sleep.
The door opened, and I sat up, eyes crusty, bladder ready to explode. My back ached from the unnatural sleeping position. How long had I been asleep?
“You’re upset.” Agent Weigmier slipped in, still in that severe black suit. He was an unassuming man, of an average height and build, with brown hair, brown eyes, and forgettable features.
Which was probably the point.
He looked tired. But I had no idea what time it was or what all he did here.
“Of course I am. I don’t know what’s going on or what’s going to happen to me after the trial.” My chest shook as I remembered my fears of never seeing Wes and Evan again.
“We’ll discuss that later, pending the outcome of the trial. But it will be according to protocol.” He stood in front of me.
“Which is? I get it. I’m from some backwater world that doesn’t get to know anything about your laws, but don’t I haverights? I didn’t even know you were coming. I thought I’d broken a law, and you were here to kill me.” A sob escaped my throat, which was raw from crying.
He frowned, voice lowering, as he shook his head. “Not here.”
I stood. “Fine. I need to pee.”
His eyes focused on the uneaten food on the table. “You didn’t like your food?”
“I was too nervous to eat, but I could use something now. Maybe something hot? How long was I asleep? When can I go home?” I prodded, anxious to be done with this. “Can I tell the guys I’m okay? I don’t want them to worry.”
That’s what ate at me the most.
“The evidence has been accepted. We need to speak before you meet the judge.” He put the hat he’d used before to help obscure my identity back on my head.
Agent Weigmier led me down the hall to the restroom.
“I’ll wait here. Be quick. Talk to no one.” He leaned against the wall.
I went to the restroom and ran a hand through my short blonde hair. I was going to meet the judge? Great. It would be nice if I knew more about temporal due process.
My T-shirt dress was wrinkled. My sandal wasn’t mine, it was Riley’s and covered in silver spikes. It wasn’t quite the same height as the removable walking cast on my broken foot, which made walking a little lopsided. Also, this had been my indoor boot. Now it was gross from walking all over wherever I was.
While I knew that I was in a Temporal Authority complex, I didn’t know what world I was in, if this was the main facility, or much of anything. It hadn’t been for lack of trying on my part. You’d think that someone would want to answer my questions.Nope.
I came back out and he was waiting. Agent Weigmier had only been assigned to my case about the time someone had tried to kill me.
