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It’s just fucking wrong.
I look at my phone, contemplating calling Harrison. East is his son, and he might die, but I’m not sure that Harrison will even care, and fuck me if that isn’t depressing as hell. I have no idea what happened between the two of them, because neither of them will fucking tell me, but it’s bullshit.
Harrison should be here.
Hell, Fiona should fucking be here.
Not leaving me to shoulder everything, like always.
I take a deep breath as I clench my hands into fists.
Wallowing in self-pity isn’t going to fix a fucking thing, Lincoln. Pull your head out of your ass.
Sucking down the out-of-control feeling and shutting it away, I let the cold, killing calm take over. It’s the only way I’m going to get through this and get Octavia back.
Right now, she needs my monster, not the man that controls it.
I can’t do much of anything to help East beyond what I’ve already done. But her… I can do something about that. I might not be able to leave the hospital right now, but that doesn’t make me powerless.
So I head back to the waiting room, scrolling through my contact list, and make a call. Calling in the last person I wanted to drag into this fucking mess.
“Lincoln, son, what’s happening?” My uncle’s voice is almost soothing, he’s always been more like a dad than Harrison ever was, but the two of them are estranged so I haven’t seen him in a long time. I’m just hoping he’s actually in the country, not in a foxhole somewhere.
“I need your help, Uncle Luc.”
“What’s wrong?” His voice is somber but sharp. I can almost see him in my mind’s eye, turning into the Lieutenant Colonel he’s spent his life being.
“East is in the hospital, and I’m not sure he’s going to make it. And Octavia… she’s been taken.”
“Well shit, kid, that’s a lot to unpack. I didn’t even realize she was back in town. Start from the beginning and I’ll see what I can do.”
I let out a deep breath, relieved to have someone I can trust to help. It’s not often I’ll go outside of the guys, but we might just be out of our depth.
So I briefly explain everything to him. From Stone’s death, to Octavia coming back, and everything that’s happened since then.
“Shit, kid. You should’ve called earlier. And you think this stalker is a Knight?”
“Pretty much. It’s kind of why I didn’t call sooner.”
He barks out a laugh. “I get it. Your dad isn’t exactly the helpful kind, and he likes me about as much as he likes your mom. Okay. I’m on my way. I’ll be at the hospital in a few hours. Stay there, do not call your father yet.”
“Sure thing, Uncle Luc.”
“I’ll see you soon, chin up.” The line goes dead and I feel a little lighter. Lucas might not be part of the Conclave, but he’s still a Knight. The difference between him and my dad, is that he doesn’t really buy into the bullshit. He joined the forces as soon as he was old enough and dedicated his life to that instead. He’s been in the special forces for as long as I can remember, so he’s not really been around much. It’s been occasionally useful to the Knights, but for some reason, they’ve left him to it for the most part.
He’s really fucking good at what he does, so if there’s anyone who can help me stop this ship from sinking, it’s him.
I just hate dragging him into the center of it all when he has the luxury of living on the outskirts. No one should be pulled into this shit if they don’t need to be, but I’m desperate.
Helpless isn’t a good look on me.
Unable to sit still in the silence, with nothing more than the tick of the clock to keep me company, I end up pacing around in the small six by twelve room.
Time seems to stretch out forever, and each second feels like an hour.
Waiting for Uncle Luc to arrive might take more strength of will than I have.
My phone buzzes in my hand, and when I see a message from Octavia on the screen, my heart stutters in my chest. I swipe the message and a video starts playing.
