“Sounds good to me.” Even though I’d once grumbled to Agent Weigmier about remanding Rosalind here for her crimes, I’d rather she rot in inter-dimensional prison.
She asked me a few more questions. Jira disappeared and returned with a sandwich and some coffee for me. I ate it while Agent Cora finished up.
“We should be able to give you back to your mates soon,” Agent Cora said. “Thank you for cooperating.”
“Of course.” This felt too easy, but wasn’t I due for easy?
Food finished, it was once again just me and Jira.
The full weight of everything hit me. Curling up on the couch, I began to cry.
Chapter Sixty
Jett
Iwas exhausted. I’d been with Evan and Riley until there’d clearly been an agency change. One that I was pretty sure was the Temporal Police. It was either them or the Agents in Glasses.
They’d separated me from Evan and Riley and asked me a bunch of questions. Quickly the agents realized that I wasn’t very interesting and left me alone. Now, I was in a small room with a recliner, a refrigerator, a magazine and book rack, and a tea and snack station.
Yeah, I was pretty sure they were holding me in the lactation room. The Bureau only had a very small set of offices here. Once in a while my work brought me here.
But, there was reading material and snacks. Evan seemed fine through the bond, though Brennan was agitated.
I looked through the packages of healthy snacks. A lactation cookie wasn’t going to hurt me, right?
Helping myself to two cookies and a cup of tea, I went back to the recliner wishing that I had my phone. But I didn’t, so I picked up the romance novel I’d started.
I could see why Grace liked romance novels. Also, it helped me keep my mind off the fact that we were being investigated by otherworldly police–and that I was separated from my pack.
What would our fate be? Hopefully, we’d just be let go.
The person I worried about most was Grace. Her brothers had somehow gotten here. Her mom might be alive.
Those brothers of hers had also shot me with some sort of freeze beam, though I was fine now. A little mad at myself that I’d gotten shot. But fine.
I was proud of Evan going off after Grace like that. I’d hate to think of what might have happened to her if he hadn’t.
Did he have to shoot out my tires? But whatever. Hopefully, the damage to my car and Brennan’s motorcycle was minimal.
At least Evan and Grace were okay. Riley had shown me the video someone had taken. While I knew Evan had been in the military, I didn’t realize he’d done cool shit like that. He and Wes didn’t talk about their time in the Army much beyond their relationship and Evan’s desk job.
Finally, the door opened.
“Hello.” The pale woman with the dark bun who stood there in front of me was probably not human.
“Hi.” I waved.
“The head of your family has requested you. You are a snack, yes?” she asked.
I had no idea what she was asking. Did she want to know if I’d had a snack? Needed a snack? Was she telling me that I was sexy?
“Um, yes?” What else did I say? I grabbed the book and stuffed some snacks in my pocket in case Brennan didn’t have any.
“Good. Please come.” The unnamed agent led me out of the room and down the hall.
She led me to a door and unlocked it. The room had a couple of couches and a small conference table.
“Here is your snack.” She pushed me into the room and left.
