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“You may be onto something there. I’m going to get Rebecca to start thinking from that angle as she looks at the evidence gathered by the Supernatural Council’s forensic department.” He said.
“Rebecca is now on the case?” I asked, a bit surprised, because Rebecca was the deputy head of the Supernatural Council’s Intelligence Department.
While she had been involved in the case before, she wasn’t officially in charge of it such that she was the one looking at the evidence gathered by the forensic department. Her involvement meant that the stakes had gotten higher.
“Well, this became a code red situation when more pack observers were found missing. This could be an attack on the pack observer program. We’ve all seen how helpful pack observers have been in combating the injustice in packs. Nobody wants the program to be scrapped, and we promised the pack observers safety. This . . . them going missing or getting coerced to commit suicide . . . is unacceptable.” Levi said.
“I want to sneak into Crawford University’s archive room to see if I can find any of Henry Baker’s belongings. I’m hoping there would be a phone or device I could look at there. What do you think?” I asked.
“Good idea. Victoria finally got his belongings sent from the Spirit Moon pack, since they refused to grant us access to the pack, but there’s nothing informative there.”
He paused to hold my gaze. “I also think that you should move out of the Davis’ home and move in here. Things are getting crazy now and since the Supernatural Council has gotten permission to send people into Mac Tire City to investigate the suicides, they could discover your identity at any time. And I don’t trust that . . . the Davis’ daughter.”
“Oh . . . um.” I wanted to reject the idea.
It was a good idea, but Levi and I had unfinished business emotionally. Was it a good idea for us to share an apartment?
Although moving in with him was a great chance to comfort him while he grieved his sister’s death, I didn’t know if moving in together right now was the best move.
We were both in emotionally vulnerable states. I didn’t want to make him feel like he had to take responsibility just because we had sex again.
Since he’d told me he didn’t want me, it was better that we remained just friends.
“I could get a hotel or rent an apartment or something,” I said.
“Nah, we’ll go to the Davis family and tell them you’re moving in with your true mate.” He stared at me with all the seriousness in the world, as if he wasn’t saying absurd things.
“No . . . no, there’s no need to lie to them. I’ll just get an apartment and—” I stammered, standing up and picking up my plate since I didn’t know where to put my hands.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him, keeping our gazes locked as he said, “We’re not lying to them. You are my true mate.”
I shook my head back and forth, trying to pull away from him. “No, you said I wasn’t. I asked you and you said I wasn’t.”
The silver flecks in his green eyes glinted in the dark kitchen as he stared at me as though I was the only one in his dark world. “I’m sorry. I had to lie to you for your safety. We couldn’t be together at that time for several reasons. The most important reason was that my father was after you. If he ever found out that I was with you, he would kill my sister. And I made a promise to your father that I wouldn’t tell you we were true mates until I’d solved everything at home. I’m really sorry for lying to you, Aurora, but I had no other choice. I was bound by . . . several things, including an undercover agent contract with the Supernatural Council.”
I pushed my hair back and stared into his eyes, my grip on his arm tightening. “You . . . and my dad? Daddy Keane?”
He pulled me into his arms and wrapped his arms around my waist as he nodded.
His eyes were full of inexplicable emotions and the intense affection that he’d hidden from me all these years as he apologized again. “I am so sorry for lying to you, Aurora.”
I didn’t know how to feel.
I was happy. I was mad at him. I wanted to cry.
I wanted to blame him, but I couldn’t blame him.
I knew how stubborn Daddy Keane could be. After all, Daddy Keane had also lied to my face.
I also knew that his signing a contract meant that his undercover job must have been extremely important. He must have been bound by a blood contract not to tell anyone about his undercover job.
While I was a mere consultant of the Supernatural Council who’d just been asked to hold on to a somewhat forged identity so I could try to find information that regular Supernatural Council members would not be able to access inside Crawford University’s walls, I was not an official member of the Supernatural Council. Therefore, I hadn’t even signed any contracts or taken any oaths when I went ‘undercover’.
I could see in his eyes how much he loved me. Those tender feelings he’d shown me all these years? They had nothing on the possessive, passionate, and intense drowning affection in his eyes.
The affection in his eyes reminded me of the pain I’d seen in his eyes those times when he rejected me. I’d always thought I caused him pain by making him betray his true mate, but now . . . I realized that he was in pain because I was the true mate getting lied to.
I pulled his arms off my waist, picked up my plate and mug, and rinsed them before putting them in the dishwasher. “I’m going to school.”
