Grey doesn’t say anything for a long beat, then finally replies, “Cillian ripped his head off, then Cael handled the remains.”
I try to picture the grotesque scene, but while my mind can depict future episodes, I can’t really envision the past. It’s strange. But I’m pleased Grey provided confirmation of the Alpha Prince’s demise. “Will Hawk become the new Prince of Alpha Sector?”
Grey shrugs. “I don’t concern myself with politics.”
I raise a brow at him as I pick up the glass of water beside my bowl of food. “You’re second-in-command at Lunar Sector. That seems political to me, Alpha Grey.”
“It’s just Grey,” he corrects me softly. “And I thought you didn’t know anything about me?”
“I never said that,” I murmur, taking a sip of my drink and setting it down again. “I asked if we could start over with introductions since we’d never properly met. But I do, in fact, know a great deal about you, Alpha.”
“Grey,” he corrects again. “And pray tell, little riddler, what all have you seen?”
My lips twitch. “We both know it doesn’t work like that.”
“Do we?” he asks, leaning back in his chair. “From what I understand, if you share what you know, it’ll change the scope of everything. Does that mean you would prefer we stay on whatever our intended path is?”
And any form of amusement I may have felt… dies.
Because no, I really don’t want to walk this path at all.
I know how this ends.
With me being ripped apart by a pack of wild Alphas.
I swallow, my stomach no longer desiring any food.
“I’ll help you find Nikiski,” I tell Grey, aware that’s what he truly cares about. Why we’re actually here. It’s been his mission for years to find his little sister, and somehow, I’m going to help him.
If only I knewhowI’m meant to help.
The visions are cloudy but murky. Which is strange because my sight is typically quite clear. However, my destiny with Grey has always resembled a cloud of potential outcomes.
None of them good.
“I assumed that was the point of all your cryptic notes.”
My brow furrows. “Cryptic notes?”
“Yes, about the Omega slave trade,” he says, his glacial gaze grabbing and holding mine. “You know where my sister is.”
“Actually, I?—
He pushes away from the table so suddenly that I stop breathing, my words lost in the now frigid air as he looks directly at the cave wall. “Excuse me,” he says, vanishing from sight.
I flinch, my mind instantly recalling all the visions of himdisappearing.
Leaving me to my fate.
Choosing her over me.
My shoulders sag, just for a moment, while I consider what I know will one day come.
Then I shake my head and pick up my water again.Pitying oneself doesn’t fix fate, Ash,I remind myself.Consider the positives. You’re going to save his sister one day.
It’ll be at a significant personal expense, but that’s why fate gave me this gift—to put others first.
Taking a sip of water, I consider what comes next. Then stand and grab another bowl. We’re about to have company.
