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“What’s this I hear about my daughter?” he asks. We fill him in, and his mood plummets. “I was worried going back there would set her back in her progress. But something like this? A kidnapping?” He gives me a weak smile. “Your mum will help you access her bond, and I know you will all find her.”
“The others are working through their connections, and I can’t help with that,” I say. “But the half-completed bond is something only I have, and I need to find her.”
My dad nods as my mum returns from her pantry with a few supplies.
“Find her fast, Fin, and let’s pray that whatever bastard took her hasn’t broken her in a way she can’t come back from.”
28
DEVOSS
“We’re going to head into a spare office,” Atticus says, and I nod, following him through. A silent telepathic argument was the only way for us to communicate in a room full of wolves, full of snakes. Kennedy’s determined to get the drop on us, to try and milk this situation for all it’s worth.
He hasn’t swooped in yet, but he will. It’s only a matter of time.
Atticus closes the door and cocks his head before nodding. “We can’t be heard.”
This room is a standard office, the outside saying Johnathan Smith, and it’s pretty basic as far as offices go. There’s a desk to the left of the room with two computer screens, a pretty sturdy office chair, and two cheaper chairs opposite it. There’s a large window at the back, longer in width than height, and underneath it is a table with a big fish tank on it.
Strangely enough, there is nothing inside. My fox sniffs it, the water seeming fresh.
Peculiar.
The wall on the right has a small bookshelf above a filing cabinet. The eight books are all about accountancy, so that’s not very interesting either. There’s a faded rug, with a faint smell of chicken soup. The owner of this office is clearly a slob.
As Atticus walks over to the computer, setting up a way to contact Micah, I place a little device on the back of the door. It’ll emit a white noise that blocks our enhanced hearing should there be a way in. My eyes dart around, searching for cameras, but there’s none here that I can see.
I then close my eyes and listen to what I can hear, trying to find any low hums, any dead spots, anything that isn’t how it should be. The only thing is a bug within the phone line. I unplug the phone from the wall, and then for good measure, deposit it into the fish tank.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Atticus demands, watching me with a wary look.
“Making sure that we’re alone and nobody overhears,” I reply, fixing him with a look. “Unless… do you want everyone to know what I suspect?”
He sighs and shakes his head as Micah answers the call.
“It’s not like you can’t afford fifty quid to replace it,” I say, and Atticus grunts. He’s not in a good mood.
He’s finished the IV meds, and the doctor has given him the all-clear. He’s still hungry, and David’s gone to get him more food. He’s not fucking stopped eating since I got here, but I suppose he needs the fuel to continue healing.
I just don’t think Nora should still find him attractive if he gets fat.
“Hi,” Micah says nervously. I give the tiger a two finger wave, but he’s focused on Atticus. Typical. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m back to one hundred percent,” he says reassuringly.
Micah nods, biting his lip. I see he’s got a hot chocolate stain on his shirt, but that’s it. That’s not very common for the tiger brother. He’s usually covered in shit.
But for there only to be one stain? That’s strange.
“Have you eaten today?” I demand, and Micah shrugs. Fucking hell. Since when have I been relegated to the caretaker of these fools?
That’s meant to be Orson’s job.
I text the bear as Atticus answers more questions from Micah.
Devoss
Micah’s not ate today. You’re failing.
