Page 93 of Fractured Memories

But Miles might. Miles gives that polite smile and acts as if he’s calm and patient, but I know that there’s more to him. And Conor always does his bidding. If he was gathering information, it was most likely for Miles.

“That doesn’t make sense.” My brows pinch together as I try to work through this. “Conor and Miles have more power than anyone else in the city. Why would he be giving them Lochlan’s location?”

“They have more power than anyone but you,” Jude says. “The rebels have never been as organized as they have in the last year. Every attack has required insider information—guard rotations, supply chain schedules, your locations. Someone has been feeding that to them.”

We had long ago considered we had a leak, which was why information never left the compound. But I had never considered that Miles or Conor—who hold so much power in the city—would be disrupting their own lives.

Realization washes over me.

“I didn’t tell them about the raid when we went after Eden.” I had kept that information as limited as possible. Most of the guards didn’t even know where they were going when the convoy had been pulled together. They were told to follow Jude. “It’s the only time a plan has actually worked.”

Because they were leaking the information. And I was so stupid not to see it.

Now I’m fuming, my hand twitching as the need to rip those two apart consumes me. If they really have been passing over information—if they were the reason that Eden was taken—I will spend months bringing them to the brink of death over and over. They will fucking pay for this.

“I’m going over there,” I snarl, heading for the door.

“Not alone.” Eden sounds just as bloodthirsty as I feel, and I grin.

“Wait.” Jude steps in front of me, and while he looks pissed, he has a better leash on his temper right now. “If the two of you storm over there, he will know something is wrong. This was a tip from one source. We need to get Miles alone and confined before you lose it on him.”

I grind my teeth. “Fine. Eden and I will ask him a few questions.”

Jude snorts. “No. You and I will go over there and keep level heads while we talk to him. I’d send Lochlan, but in this instance, he might kill Miles before we get any information out of him.”

“Maybe I should bring him.”

“Rohan, too. We can make it a party.” Eden sounds far too excited, and it’s turning me on.

Jude groans. “We need answers, first. Once we have them, we can take turns ripping the prick apart.” His lips twitch at that, and I know that Jude is excited at the prospect. But he quickly schools his features. “If you and I go over for a meeting, it won’t be suspicious. I can get Conor away from Miles, let you talk to him. Bring up that Lochlan has been shot. Hint that we know who did it. The way he reacts should tell us enough that we’ll know if the information is true.”

“And then we kill him?”

I glance over my shoulder at my wife, eyes bright. She looks like a kid who has been promised cake for dinner—eager and vibrating with excitement.

Jude huffs a laugh. “Yes, Eden. Then we will kill him. Can you be patient?”

She shrugs. “I can try.”

He looks at me then, and I raise a brow. “I make no promises.”

Rolling his eyes, he mutters, “That will have to be good enough.”

He turns, and I’m about to say goodbye to Eden when we both hear steady footsteps from around the corner. Till appears, his stride fast and an air of urgency around him.

What the fuck now?

“Jude.” He stops, nodding to me. “You need to come down to the city.”

“What for?”

“There was a possible sighting of Parker.”

My entire body reacts to his name. If I was a little bloodthirsty before, I am downright murderous now. “Let’s go.”

Jude steps in front of me again, and I growl in frustration. He glances back at me. “You are too worked up right now. I will go handle this. Wait until I’m back.”

“You don’t give me orders, Jude.”