Page 93 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I
“Doing what?”
I sigh sharply. “Working. Why are you asking me that?”
“Are you working at VTI?”
Shocked, I sit up straight and whisper, “Did my brother tell you?”
“Listen to yourself. ‘My brother’? You can’t say Max’s name?”
I scoff. “What do you want, Treasure?”
“This is you, isn’t it? I mean, she’s your twin, only her eyes are a funny kind of blue, and yours are brown.”
I frown, confused. “What?”
My phone dings, and I pull the device away from my ear to view the photo Treasure just sent me. I gasp into the palm of my hand. I’m looking at a picture of me standing in front of my team during yesterday’s meeting.
“Who sent you this?” I whisper. It feels as if the walls are watching and recording me.
“Who do you think?”
Only one person in that room knew Treasure. “Orion?”
“He asked me point-blank if you were my cousin.”
My face is warm, and I'm fanning myself. “What did you say?”
“I said to him what I said to you.”
“What did you say to me?”
“I told him that that couldn't be you because your eyes are not blue. But it’s obviously you.”
“And then what did he say?”
She pauses.
“Treasure, what did he say?”
“I don’t think he believed me. He said your name was Lark Davenport? What are you doing, Pais?”
Shaking my head, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I feel so exposed. And the judgment in her voice… “What do you think I'm doing here?” I snap, still whispering.
“And have you run into Hercules?”
I press my lips together.
“That’s a yes,” she says.
“What’s a yes?”
“Your silence. And he doesn’t recognize you?”
I glance out the window. No one is paying attention to me. Thank goodness for that because I’m sure I look like a guilty criminal.
“No,” I say. I’m disappointed about that.
“Have you interacted with him?”
