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“Arsen…” he whispered, voice trailing away.
“We’re leaving,” Kruger announced, coming over to take Matthew’s arm. “This is borderline harassment, and it’s giving me the ick. We’ll come back when Coin and Coin fly in from Chicago and deal with these BS charges then.”
“They said they’ll be here tomorrow,” Rory told the room, holding up her phone.
“You’re quality people, shrimp,” Kruger told her, then looked at me. “Unlike some people around here.”
“If you’re gonna insult me, at least tell me why,” I growled.
“If that’s the way you want to do it,” an officer spoke over us, “we can put him in lockup until his representation gets here.”
Matthew shook his head adamantly, chest rising and falling unevenly. “No closets,” he whispered. “No closets.”
Kruger cursed, but I shoved him back so hard his sneakers squeaked against the linoleum. I didn’t know what exactly was going on here, but I would be damned if anyone but me comforted Matthew right now.
Not caring we were in a crowded room, my dad was watching, and this was an utter shitshow, I palmed Matthew’s face, forcing his stare to mine. “Look at me,” I demanded.
He did, but the vacant look in his eyes was proof he probably was beyond seeing.
“You’re not going into a cell. Or a closet. I promise.” I was willing to commit crimes to keep my word. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on around here, but it doesn’t matter. We still fit.”
His eyes flickered at that. Blinking, he seemed to focus on me. “We fit,” he whispered.
“Better than ever,” I whispered back.
A stack of papers slid between us, obscuring my view of his face. “You might feel differently after seeing these,” Niles taunted.
“Get those out of my face,” I ground out, pushing away his arm and the papers. “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think you know.”
“Get to the point, Niles,” my father snapped.
“John McClaren is his father,” Niles announced.
Matthew let out a pained sound, and my heart lurched even as my head spun.
No. No way.
“Oh hell no,” Kruger announced, coming forward to grab Matthew and tow him toward the door.
“You are under arrest,” Detective Paul called. “You cannot walk out of here.”
“Better get your tasers, then,” Kruger called. “Because the only way we are not leaving right now is if you make it so we can’t walk.”
The two arresting officers started forward, but all of Elite rushed to put themselves in their path.
“Your father is John McClaren?” I said, brain tripping to catch up.
Matthew stopped walking. He didn’t turn back and I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t need to. I knew.
Fuck.
“C’mon, P,” Kruger said, trying to tug him forward.
“Who’s John McClaren?” Lars whispered to the room.
“Somebody Google it,” Win whispered.
“No!” Landry retorted. “We don’t need to know unless Prism wants us to.”
