“As long as it’s here and not back at your station. Love, you, Wes.” I gave Wes a kiss and followed Jira.
She led me to a room that could be where they questioned children. It was comfortable, with a couch and chair, along with toys and some child-sized furniture.
“Hi. Are you okay?” Jira got out a little tablet that reminded me of the one Agent Weigmier had.
“I’d like to go home.” I plopped down on the couch.
She took a chair. “I’m sure this evening has been taxing. We’ll get through this as speedily as we can. I don’t think we’ll need to go to the station. Now, do you wish to stay with your family, or would you like to be taken elsewhere?”
“I’d like to stay with them,” I replied.
Jira tapped on her tablet. “Do they treat you well? Do you have access to your world’s currency or a job to earn your own? Are your needs being met?”
Her questions reminded me of Mrs. Beekman’s.
“Yes, yes, and yes.”
She asked me a few other questions, then got her tote. “Would you like some snacks?”
Jira took some strange snacks out of her bag and put them on the table. I stared at them.
“Also, I have some comfort items. Would you like a blanket, plushie, or some socks?” she offered, adding more items.
Was Jira a social worker?
“Jira, what do you do for the Authority?” I picked up a box that was filled with the same star candy I’d gotten last time.
“I’m a wellbeing assessor,” she replied, with a smile. “Given the delicate nature of your status and designation, I’ve been sent to make sure that you are comfortable, treated appropriately, and that the proper amount of discretion is used.”
Yep. She was an inter-dimensional advocate. One Agent Weigmier sent to make sure all the work he did to erase my footprint and keep me with my family wasn’t undone.
“Oh, Agent Weigmier has a message for you. I hope that you know what it means because I don’t,” she laughed. “Um, he said to let you know that if Eugene is sleeping in your office, to please give him back to one of us.”
Jira gave me an expectant look.
Who the fuck was Eugene?
I thought for a moment. Oh. The cat. I made a joke about the cat being a shifter named Eugene who’d snuck into Agent Weigmier’s office for a nap.
“No, Eugene isn’t in my office. But if I see him, I’ll tell him to return to duty,” I replied as I ate some candy. No, I didn’t steal the cat. I’d already told him that.
“I’ll let him know.” She tapped on her tablet. “You can sleep a little if you like.”
“I’d like to see my mates,” I stated.
Jira nodded. “We need to talk to everyone, neutralize the situation, and get the rest of the answers we need. Also, another wellbeing assessor is here, given you have an omega and child in your family.”
Well, that was nice. I didn’t get that sort of treatment when I was being held by the Authority, even after I turned witness.
Taking one of the offered blankets, I curled up on the couch. But I couldn’t sleep. Fuck. Rosalind wasn’t dead. I’d punched her in the tits. Which feltgood.
Still, Rosalind wasn’t dead.
I reached out through the bonds to make sure everyone was okay and got reassurance and love in response.
It all came down to jealousy, didn’t it? Rosalind had been jealous of my bio-mom, and I reminded her too much of her. Also, I had the audacity to be an omega.
And the potential to upend all her plans.
