Pain seared me as I froze. Literally I froze. It wasn’t bullets; it was some sort of stun gun. Oh. The guys were okay, just frozen. I could see Evan on the phone, literally trapping Riley between the restaurant and the wall. People were filming us, and the sirens grew louder.
Solomon kicked me. “You fucking ruin everything.”
Two years younger than me, Solomon had looked down on me from a fairly young age, catching on to all the ways my mother degraded me even before the bad things started. He’d even mess up my room when I was out. I got punished, he got ice cream.
“You fucked up Mom’s shit, and she’s pissed as hell. So here I am, once again, cleaning up your messes,” he sneered.
I wanted to answer. But I couldn’t. Whatever he’d shot me with wouldn’t let me say anything.
My heart skipped a beat. Rosalindwasdead, wasn’t she? Solomon was the one who told me she was dead. Dad went to her funeral.
“She said Mom and Dad aren’t her parents.” Abel squirmed. “That guy we saw today looks a lot like her.”
Shit. They’d gone to the professor to find me. But how did they know to go to him? Why were they here? How were they here?
Even if Rosalind was alive, how would she know that I’d contacted my bio-dad?
“She’s a liar. We know this.” Picking me up like I was a sack of feed, Solomon threw me into the car and climbed into the front seat.
“Which guy did she dream of?” Abel asked.
“Come on, Abel,” he yelled.
He hopped into the car, and they drove off with me.
Rosalind was alive and once again, mad at me for something.
Fuck.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Evan
“Can you also send an ambulance? Five people have been shot, one of whom was taken with the two suspects,” I told the dispatcher that Jett had called. He’d handed me his phone when he’d gone to confront that guy, who I guessed was one of Grace’s brothers from her world.
Who’d fucking shot them. All of them. Then took my mate.
The audacity!
Riley squirmed out of my grasp and ran to my four packmates on the ground. A couple of bystanders joined her.
The thing was, I got no pain from their bonds, only confusion. I gave the dispatcher the license plate number as I went over to them.
“There’s no blood,” one bystander said. “Were they stunned? The guys didn’t look military.”
“The stun guns were probably stolen. You know those fucking fundies,” I replied. “Grace didn’t mate with who they wanted.” Yeah, that would work, and her brothers sort of had that fundie militia look to them. The military had guns sort of like this, but civilians didn’t.
Though these didn’t look like the ones we’d at all.
I crouched down and looked them over, while still on the phone with the dispatcher, the sirens growing. No wounds.
“What the fuck did they do to them?” Riley sobbed. “How did her brothers even get here?”
“They’re stunned. I don’t know how they got here. Grab Brennan’s phone. We need to call the Bureau of Investigation.” Given Grace’s brothers had been the shooters at the university.
Also, I hadn’t missed what they said about Rosalind.
You okay?I reached out to Brennan with the bond code he’d developed.
