He grips my hips and turns me toward him. “I figured out a way for you to see your family.”
“What?” My breath catches. “Really?”
“Yes. Your mom, your dad, and Bonnie, too.”
“How?” I ask quietly.
“Cal helped me work out the logistics.”
Cal has this terrifying ability to hear things from miles away if he concentrates. Which means he’s been listening to elite conversations, tracking information, and piecing together movements.
“But you said they still think I’m in New York. With Damien,” I say slowly.
Kane nods. “And they’re still sticking with that story. Your parents very much think Damien is alive and well and you’re happy with him and that he plans to choose you at theChoosing Ceremony,”he says the last two words in jest.
Because it’s not a Choosing Ceremony. It’s a fucking auction. One that hasn’t happened yet but will be happening soon.
Not only are the elites actively trying to find Kane and his brothers and Kylie and me, but they’re keeping everything quiet—aka straight-up lying—when it comes to my parents.
Which means my parents are just…living their lives and completely unaware of the truth.
Kane presses a kiss to my forehead. “We’re going to meet them today.”
“Today?” My heart jumps. “Where? How?”
“A park outside Boston. Near a nature trail. It’s very private.”
I search his eyes. “But is it safe?”
“Yes,” he says. “I mean, it’s a little bit of a risk, but I know it’s something you have to do. And Cal and Rook and Kylie all support it. But we only have a short window,” he continues. “So, we have to go now.”
Emotion rushes through me so suddenly I move without thinking, but before I make it all the way to the door, I skid to a stop and run back to him.
Immediately, I grab his face and kiss him hard.
“I love you,” I say between erratic kisses all over his face. “I love you…I love you…I love you… Thank you!”
He laughs softly against my lips. “You’re welcome.”
But when I pull back, I study him. “Are you really sure this is okay?”
Because this isn’t small. The elites want us all dead. So I know that moving around this close to Boston isn’t without danger.
Kane brushes his thumb along my cheek. “Go get dressed, Blair.” He kisses my forehead again. “We don’t have much time.”
I grin and spin on my heels, and he manages to sneak a butt smack in before I get to the door.
“Move it, baby!”
“Rude!” I squeal and run toward the door.
“Hey, Blair?”
“Yeah?”
“If you take longer than ten minutes, I’m coming upstairs.” And the heated, playful, downright obscene look in his eyes says he means it.
Which I can’t deny is tempting as hell, but…I get to see my family today.
