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Orson
There’s one failure right now, and it’s not me.
I’ve not failed, either. But I’ll let the boss know you’re unhappy.
I smirk, knowing my words will have pissed him off.
Orson
Food is being delivered to Micah now. Cara has already got Kai something, and Griffin’s with his parents. Have you eaten?
Devoss
Does the heart of a deer count?
Yes.
Good. I had two.
“Micah, can you get the footage from the camera at this address?” Atticus asks, peering at the tiger brother and drawing my attention from the banter I’m having with Orson.
“Sure. I’ve been looking for cameras around the crash. This one is a bit out of the way,” Micah says, his thick eyebrows raising.
“It’s a lead,” Atticus says, and Micah nods.
“It’ll take me a few. What are we looking for?”
“Proof,” I say, and Micah nods, waiting for me to elaborate. I don’t.
“Proof of what?” Micah eventually asks.
“Proof that Cevon was the one to take Nora,” I say as Atticus sighs. Micah’s eyes widen, his ebony irises flashing amber.
Even as the weakest of the group of us, Micah still has an animal with instincts to protect his mate. He’s fighting those urges now, but, unlike most of us, he’s fighting them because he knows that he can’t achieve what his tiger wants.
Micah’s talents lie in the realm of technology. That’s his in. That’s the way he can protect his mate.
It’s no less impressive than my way.
Which is something I’ll never admit out loud.
Blood and torture trumps typing.
“I told you he would never do that,” Atticus says, glaring at me.
“I’ll get onto it,” Micah says quietly.
He doesn’t leave the call, but his focus has disappeared from us to his other screen. His eyes are darting over the screen, reading words I can’t see, nearly as fast as his hands are moving. The typing of his keyboard is near silent, and he seems to be breathing slower as he focuses.
He’d be easy to kill right now. Easy to take out.
I file that information away, jotting it down in my mental note on Micah.
I want to make sure he’s safe.
“You don’t get to make faceless accusations,” Atticus snaps, glaring at me. “Cevon would never betray me this way.”
“You’re thinking he’s Cevon, your brother,” I say, moving to sit on the table.
