Page 72 of Destiny Reclaimed
“I’m not your only worry, you know. Jack knows. His Protector knows.”
Protector!At the sound of that word, he knew his brother-in-law knew more than he should. He was not a time traveler and should have no knowledge of Preservers, Protectors, and Modifiers. Jack went too far. And that bitch, Gabriela went too far. Not playing by the rules. Well, he could play that game, too.
Gary arched a brow. “Strike a nerve there, did I?”
“You’re playing with fire.”
His brother-in-law chuckled and raked his gaze over his own body. “Don’t I know it, and haven’t I already.”
Fuck. The man knew the truth. In his real destiny, he’d perished in a burning heap in the Vietnam jungle. Still, he had the hurdle of convincing his sister of the truth, which would be difficult at best because of the absurdness of it. Still, Arthur knew he needed to find a way to prevent his brother-in-law from telling her—convincing her—it was true.
He needed to play this cool until he figured out his next step. He rose and gestured to the doorway. “I think we’re done here.”
Gary stood, turned, and took a few steps toward the door before glancing over his shoulder. “We’re not done—we’re just getting started. And, one more thing, my sister spends a lot of time at Jack’s store. Don’t you think that’s odd?”
The smug smile on his brother-in-law’s face went beyond irritating. The anger sparking in every cell of his being had rendered him speechless as Gary walked out. The man would pay for that last comment. It wouldn’t have struck home so much if it hadn’t been true.
He needed a plan to contend with this threat.
Arthur reached for the whiskey on the bar in the corner of his office and poured himself two fingers' worth. If nothing else, he would make Gwendoline pay. He would make Jack pay. And that bitch, Gabriela, she would really pay. Those damn Protectors, always meddling—standing in the way.
Chapter Nineteen
Jack lay on his lumpybed with arms folded behind his head as he stared into the darkness, wondering if Gary had been successful in pushing Arthur to the brink of time travel. His pulse pounded; he’d know soon enough.
He recalled the moment, earlier in the day, when he’d held his son. Tears flooded his eyes.My son.That precious little boy was his. He knew it in his heart, and he’d do anything to get him and Gwennie back.
Anything.
His thoughts turned to Gary. The poor guy knew if they time-traveled back to Vietnam, he’d return home in a casket. Out of love for his twin, he’d accepted his true destiny. The fact the poor man lived with horrendous physical and emotional pain every day probably helped to make the decision easier, but Jack knew the nature of the Tebon men. He knew they’d sacrifice anything for the good of those they loved.
More than anything right now, he wanted Arthur to force a travel, but a tinge of doubt and a boatload of fear raked through him. Would he, Gary, and Gabriela be successful in their mission to reclaim his past and future? What if they didn’t succeed? Would they ever get another opportunity?
Not succeeding, was not an option.
Anxiety gripped his spine, coiling tighter with each passing second, forcing him into a seated position. An eerie chill coursed through his flesh. The strange sensation seeped deep into his bones. Unease twisted in the pit of his stomach. Fiery heat surged through him. His head spun and he blacked out.
