I wasn’t sure I wanted her to die.
“Can I go home?” This made my head hurt. My heart hurt.
“Right now? No. This is a nightmare. But I can take you to one of your mates. Would you like that?” she asked.
That was better than nothing. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Wes
“Can I see Grace, please? Does she know Rosalind isn’t dead?” I pleaded with the agent from the Bureau of Investigation when he came back into the room.
That was going to be a shock to her. It was a shock to me. But why should Rosalind be dead? It made sense with what I knew about her. She probably faked her death and let her sons do her dirty work.
“That’s not my call.” The agent handed me a cup of coffee.
I was in a small fishbowl of a conference room, not a mirrored interrogation room. I kept looking out the glass windows to see if Grace walked by. Sadness, anger, and annoyance kept shooting through my bond with her.
“Thanks. Can I see Rosalind, then?” I took a sip. It was late, and fatigue pressed down on me. Worry for Grace made my stomach hurt. Also, I wasn’t sure where everyone else was.
The agent’s look went skeptical. “Why?”
“She’s not dead, so I’d really like to punch her.” Okay, I wanted to do more than that. “Do you know what she did to my mate?”
I then proceeded to trauma-dump everything that Rosalind ever did to Grace, and to some extent, me, leaving out the entire parallel world thing.
The alpha agent sucked in a breath. “She hurt your mate so badly that even with a mate bond you thought she was dead?”
“Yeah, and Grace is now a gamma because of her. I know the law will take care of it, but do you blame me for wanting a piece of her?” I asked.
“That is fucking awful. If someone did that to my mate and I realized that she wasn’t dead, I’d want my revenge, too,” he agreed. “I don’t know about punching her, but I think they’re going to let your pack be together soon.”
“Fair. I’d like to be with them, especially Grace, Evan, and Riley.” Movement caught my eye, and my head whipped toward the glass.
Two agents dragged a cuffed woman down the hall. Grey streaked her dark blonde hair.
“I’m not the person you’re looking for. I’m Thora Silvers, and I’m innocent. It was my sister, Rosalind, who did all those awful things, and she’s dead. You executed her instead of me, which is fair because she robbed the vault, not me. Now please, let me see my sons,” she begged.
While her words seemed the epitome of innocence, the hard look in her blue-grey eyes said otherwise.
Given I wasn't cuffed to the table, I stood and flew out of the unlocked door.
“What about your daughter, Rosalind? Oh wait, you don’t have one, just your niece that you brutalized until she became a gamma. The niece you hurt so badly that she forgot her mate.” My fist contacted her face.
Oh, that felt good.
“How dare you pretend to be Thora? How dare you come back for Grace? She owes you nothing. Not to mention she didnothingto you.” I punched her again.
All the guards just stood there, though the one that was holding her looked to my guard.
The agent shrugged. “Making someone forget their mate and think they were a dream is shitty. Not to mention, you have to hurt an omega pretty badly to make them a gamma.”
“Fuck, she did that, too? Fucking variant scum,” one of them spat.
“You didn’t have to hurt her. You didn’t have to make her forget me.” I punched her again.
“What was I supposed to do? There aren’t any omegas where we were, and sending her back would ruin everything,” Rosalind sneered.
