It’s on the tip of my tongue to admit she’s our true mate.
Surely, she won’t try to interfere if we have a fated connection.
But I can’t say it.
Not when I’m ninety-percent sure Falcon hasn’t figured out she’s ours.
There’s no other reason he’d be so irritable about this whole thing.
Yet, somehow, he hasn’t felt the bond.
He needs to see her.
It’s there, I felt it.
He’ll feel it this time.
I know he will.
“What’s wrong?” Shadow murmurs softly at Lana’s side.
She presses her lips together, frowning at Falcon. “I’ve spent a lot of time speaking with the alliance. They’ve been given updates at every stage of this. I don’t understand why they wouldn’t update you when you called them.”
Great.She’s suspicious of Falcon.
He’s still agitated as fuck.
She’s worried about the Beta, and honestly, I don’t blame her.
I might be Shadow’s brother, and she could be happy enough to trust me from what he’s told her, but she doesn’t know Falcon one little bit and she’s not sure she can trust him.
“It wasn’t the alliance, exactly,” I start, not sure if it’ll help or not. Guess it depends if Jeff is one of the guys she talks to a lot. “It was his alliance contact. The guy seems a little flaky. He stopped answering his calls.”
It’s not a lie, and she trusts me, so maybe she won’t question Falcon further.
“That makes a little more sense,” she admits, smiling wryly. “Who was your contact?”
She looks to Falcon for an answer.
His jaw is tense, and his gaze is stone-cold. Clearly his patience is running close to empty.
But he manages to spit out the name, “Jeff Walker.”
“Huh,” she murmurs. “I don’t know the name, but I’ll make sure I ask about him next time I call.”
She sighs softly. “It’s not that I don’t want to let you see her. It’s just that she’s had a lot on her plate these last few days. I’mnot sure she’s even interested in visitors. Do you really need to see her?”
She has no idea how much he needs this, and I doubt it would help to demonstrate that.
This is down to Falcon.
He’s going to have to try to convince her.
I glance back at him, and he looks defeated.
“I don’t want to upset her,” Falcon says, finally losing some of his venom. “But if she would consent to a short visit, I’d appreciate the chance to see for myself that she’s doing well.”
It sounds like he’s already resigning himself to going home without seeing her.
