Page 123 of Endgame
From her, like I told her I would.
But I want to hear the whole truth. Every bit of it.
Rubbing a hand over my jaw, I wait for Cormac.
My damn mind doesn’t settle by the time he comes back on the line. “Mr. Alder.”
“What’s going on?” I sound like a fool. Informal. Impatient.
I sound like I care.
I don’t.
“Mrs. Alder contacted her mother earlier today.”
Her mother? Out of all the things she could’ve said or done, she called that bitch?
Doubts gnaw at me, threatening to eat me alive. Sadness creeps in with them. Betrayal.
I thought she hated her parents.
But what if she doesn’t?
What if she’s been lying to me?
What other lies has she been feeding me then?
“And?” I snap, expecting to hear what they talked about.
If she’s plotting with them against me, I swear to God…
“I stalked her and eavesdropped from a distance,” he reports, calm and professional. “From what I gathered, they were arguing. Fighting, more like. I got there when Aurora asked her about her biological father. I can’t be sure. She didn’t get an answer, from the looks of it.”
“Good job, Cormac.” My relief is instantaneous. Her biological father. That’s what she was curious about. Not plotting against me. “Get her home. Now.”
“Will do.” He’s quick to hang up without questioning my orders.
I, on the other hand, am questioning everything. I pinch the bridge of my nose and think.
The Clarkes are a lot like me. Conniving and ruthless, hardly ever leaving anything to chance.
I’m having a hard time believing Winston and Molly haven’t looked into Aurora’s past. That they don’t know who her parents are, who might pose a future threat to them.
With today’s DNA tests and our families’ reach, they could get into any database in the world.
Yet here they are. Lying to Aurora. I’m sure they are.
This isn’t the first thing they’ve been withholding information from her.
Why?
Something isn’t adding up. Something that could derail my plan.
Aurora is a Clarke.
A target worthy of my wrath.
I was supposed to punish her and them for everything.
