Page 67 of The SnowFang Secret


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“And your grief ismyresponsibility?” His tone was a whip.

“Yes, actually, it is. Because you agreed to it when you agreed to me.” I dropped a wad of clean panties on top of the clothes in my bag. “If you didn’t think about what your Alpha wasactuallyasking, that’syourfault, and it’s too late to back out, so you better catch up to the pack.”

He didn’t have a reply to that. No worries. He’d have plenty of time to reflect on all of this while I was gone chasing dream necklaces through bug-laden, gator-infested swamps.

I zipped up my bag and left the bedroom.

He followed. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything. Maybe that meant he was thinking.

“Leaving?” Emily asked as I ducked through the kitchen to fill my coffee mug for the trip to the airstrip. She gave Searle an odd look while sorting lettuce into a bowl for her lunch salad.

“I saw my ride’s already here.” Had glimpsed the driveway through the massive window overlooking it on my way down the stairs. Hamid was already outside, standing in front of a needlessly large SUV while wearing a suit tailored beyond anything a casual airport limo driver would wear.

“Where are you going?” Emily offered me some grape tomatoes.

“Can’t tell you. Chronicler field work.” Although if anyone was sufficiently motivated to find out where I was going, they’d just have to check the flight plan of the plane I was about to board.

Which was why said plane was landing at some relatively large Tennessee executive airport, where I’d promptly board a different jet bound for West Palm Beach. Anyone interested in tracking my movements would think I had headed to the Smoky Mountains.

Emily being one of those nosey spies. “For serious?”

The grape tomatoes were from the greenhouse and delicious. “For serious.”

Outside was a gorgeous spring day. The sort of gorgeous that made me nervous and conjured bad memories. Made me think I heard that Wheel about to crush me right under it.

Searle fixed his gaze on Hamid. “Are you sure you’re safe with him?”

I sighed.

“I don’t like him coming here. He was in some of the paparazzi pictures of you, and he’s very distinctive.”

I shrugged. “Not for me to say.”

“And I am not allowed to know where you’re going.”

“No.”

“Does it have anything to do with those scrolls?”

I prayed for thirty seconds more patience. “Make peace with the fact there are things I’m never going to be able to tell you. This is Chronicler business.”

“If it’s Chronicler business, why ishegoing?” Searle tried to reach for me.

I ducked my hip away. “Becausehe’spart of the business. What’s happening is the result of thirty years of shenanigans, and he’s right at the center of all of it.”

I headed towards the car. Hamid pivoted and pulled open the door for me, while Searle watched until we disappeared down the drive.

Lies Upon Lies

“Are you going to tell me who that is?” Hamid asked while I crawled up between the two front seats to take shotgun. I was sick of being ferried around. Hamid gave me the side-eye. He knew by now that I was no socialite princess.

“I told you his name. It’s Searle.”

“Iknowhis name. I have also tracked down basic information on him. You know what I was asking.”

“Fuck it, Hamid, why do you ask me questions you know I don’t want to answer?”

“Because he has the body language of an intimate partner. Or someone whoaspiresto be an intimate partner. I am trying to determine all the players. I don’t believe he’s a threat, but he strikes me as overbearing and belligerent.”

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