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“Can you just run a damn check, please?”
“Sure thing, boss.”
Jeremiah rolled his eyes. He was the face of the agency and led Alpha Team, but he, Knight, and Priest had founded the company together. The two of them were just as much in charge at the end of the day as he was, and they both knew how he felt about getting called boss when it was just them.
He waited, listening to Knight type on his computer off and on as he checked the different databases and sources they had. While Jeremiah and Priest were stuck off-site, Knight was spending most of his time at HQ, making sure nothing got overlooked and the lights stayed on. It was his preference to being in the field, and considering his skills with tech, Jeremiah was just fine with letting him stay hidden behind his bank of computer screens.
“Huh, that’s interesting.”
Jeremiah’s hackles rose. He knew it. “What is it?”
“We did a brief check on anyone Remi regularly came into contact with back at the beginning, right? And nothing popped, but digging a little deeper, I just found a well-buried article about the Kappa Alpha Chi house being threatened with probation from the university after some fucked-up hazing shit last year that involved three freshmen who were rushing the frat.” There was some more typing, and then Knight let out a soft, angry hiss. “All three were Supes.”
“All three? That seems—”
“Significant considering we make up less than ten percent of the student body at Hillsland. And as far as I can tell, Remi is the only Supe in this chapter’s history to ever receive his letters.”
“What did they do to the three freshmen?” Jeremiah said, half tempted to rush inside and grab Remi regardless of the kicking and screaming that would ensue.
“Not sure…” Knight said absently. “The article doesn’t get into specifics but hints that it was pretty bad. Two out of three of the students dropped out and returned home, it looks like.”
“Damn it. They left campus it was so bad?”
“Apparently. There’s more though,” Knight said, voice tight. “You know Remi’s friend, Thad?”
Jeremiah gritted his teeth. “I know him.”
“His dad is Senator Mick McCornal.”
Gods fucking damn it. “The guy who just tried to push through that anti-Supe legislation? The one where all supernaturals would have to register with the Hillsland government to enter the country?”
“Bingo. When it failed to get enough votes, he said he’d be forcing the issue again. He’s also made noise about reducing travel in and out of Hillsland by non-humans. Last week, he suggested any Supe from another kingdom or nation who wanted to enter Hillsland should be tracked while they were there.”
“This guy is trying to take ignorant bigotry to a whole new level,” Jeremiah muttered, muscles tensed. He never liked visiting this godsforsaken country, but having Remi so close to the son of a man like that?
Made his fingertips itch to extend his claws.
Maybe he could throw Remi over his shoulder and take him to the Trident Agency’s safe house in the mountains. It was safe and isolated from humans and Supes alike. No one would get near Remi without Jeremiah knowing immediately.
“I don’t like this,” he muttered, moving closer to the house. He couldn’t stop himself. He hated the wood and glass and insulation between him and his prince.
“Me neither. What should we do with this information though? I can’t imagine the queen doesn’t already know about the senator…”
Jeremiah grunted. “Add it all to the file and forward me a copy. I’ll talk to Remi tonight. I can’t imagine he knows the extent of things.”
“He would have been there during rush week last year,” Knight pointed out. “He was a member—”
“You don’t know that. You said the article was sparse on details. There’s every chance he has no idea, that the others hid it from him,” he snarled. He knew Remi wasn’t perfect—gods, did he ever—but he knew deep in his black soul that his little princeling would have never stood by and allowed other Supes to be tortured or brutalized right in front of him.
“Sunshine—”
“You don’t know him, Edward.” He used Knight’s real name to emphasize his point.
Knight didn’t say anything for a minute, just breathed over the line lightly. “You’re right. I’m sorry for insulting your mate.”
“He’s not—”
“Don’t lie to me or yourself,” Knight said softly. “Not about this. The rest of us…” He cleared his throat, and Jeremiah wished they were together so he could wrap an arm around his friend for as long as he could handle the contact. “We’ll probably not be so lucky. The bond between fated mates isn’t something to ignore.”
