Page 107 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

He closed his eyes briefly. “Yes. I know that.”

“We were worried that everyone else knowing about it prematurely would be stressful,” I said, rushing to fill the silence. “Worried about Rory especially teasing us.”

Despite everything, Seb’s lips twitched slightly.

“But you can tell him now,” I continued. “It’s not fair that he’s the only one who doesn’t know, I guess.”

“Do you want to tell him?”

I stared at Seb. “Not really.” I couldn’t think of anything worse than having that conversation with Rory.

“I’ll do it,” Priya interjected. “And I’ll make sure he knows not to tease you, Felix.”

“Well, he’s hardly going to be in the mood for that right now anyway, is he?” I practically spat. “He’s going to be angry at Kit for not telling him, and he’ll take that out on me.”

“No he won’t,” Priya said firmly. “Trust me. If anyone can handle Rory, it’s me. You know that.”

“Fine,” I said, as if there was any choice in the matter. Then hesitantly, I added, “I was just thinking, when you said we don’t have many leads… I know that this could well be Marcus Vale, but surely Greywat—”

“We can’t just presume this is—”

“Just hold on.”

The words came out loud, surprising even me. Seb’s mouth snapped shut, his piercing eyes fixing on me with dangerous intensity. My breath caught in my throat, but I forced myself to continue.

“There’s something you should know. And this I should have told you yesterday, but I think it got lost in my brain in the panic and all the talk of the vampire.” God, how much trouble was I about to be in? But there was no way around it. “Kit was contacting wolves he thought might have information on Moira or might have been recruited for Greywatch. After White ordered us to stop investigating, I mean.”

Seb’s eyes bulged so much it looked like they might pop clean out of his skull.

Priya’s jaw dropped open. “Kit… breaking protocol?”

“That’s all he told me, really. I don’t think he was getting very far with it.” My hands fiddled with my hoodie’s drawstrings, twisting them this way and that. “He was frustrated. Said the wolves either didn’t know anything or weren’t talking.”

A horribly long silence fell. Seb schooled his expression back to neutral, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He nodded once, sharp and controlled.

“Have you told White that Kit’s missing?” I asked.

Seb glared at me. “Of course.”

I grimaced. I was surely one more stupid comment away from being vampire food.

Priya’s phone buzzed against the desk where she’d set it down. She glanced at it, then made a small, strange noise, eyes glued to the screen.

In a very quiet, very un-Priya-like voice, she said, “I think I might know who planted that listening bug.”

24

Kit

The floor beneath me was different now.

Still concrete, but smoother. Industrial. The rough texture that had scraped against my cheek for—how long?—was gone, replaced by something that felt almost polished under my palms.

They’d moved me while I was unconscious. Again.

Memory came back in fragments. The screech of metal hinges. Voices I couldn’t quite make out. Then the sensation of movement—not a car this time, but something else. The steady thrum of engines, the way my stomach had lurched with changes in altitude.

A plane. They’d put me on a bloody plane.