A moment of silence passed. He heard nothing and he started to wonder if the call had dropped.
“Eden?”
“Yeah, I’m still here. Just thinking. Did she agree to come back over here?”
“I didn’t ask.”
She snorted. “Oh, that’s going to go over well.”
“I could do more if you would just tell me her name.”
Her sigh was long and loud over the phone. “You understand why I can’t.”
She had promised. In the spy game, so many people lied and stabbed each other in the back. Ian was starting to understand that the relationship Sam had with Eden and her twin was special. They had each other’s backs. None of them were spies anymore, but he comprehended just how special it was. The twin’s handler had sold them out and El had almost died. Exposing him had gotten Ian shot and Kap had also been attacked and had almost died. He didn’t, thanks to Sam, so that added even more loyalty from both twins.
“Yeah, I do. I just don’t like it.” Both of them were silent for a few moments. “How old is she anyway?”
“I guess that isn’t giving too much away. She turns twenty-six soon.”
Yeah, he was surprised to see how young she was.
“Was she really okay?”
“Yeah. If she hadn’t called me, it might have been really bad.”
“If you can get her over here, I will talk to her. She needs to trust more people than El and me.”
He grunted in response.
“You’re sure she’s okay.”
“She has a concussion, which she refuses to go to the hospital for. Jenner said that the stomach wound isn’t as bad as he first thought.”
“Good. Well, make sure you keep me updated. Do you want me to call Luc?”
He would have to tell his boss soon if he wanted a safe house, but he wasn’t ready.
“Not yet. I have to get my father sorted.”
“Why?”
“He’s on his way over here right now.”
“Damn, Mix, when you screw things up, you really screw things up.”
“Thanks for that. I’ll contact you as soon as we have plan.”
“Gotcha. Bye, Mix.”
They hung up and he walked back to his room, ignoring his large dining table. It was where he had placed Sam so that Jenner could work on her. He didn’t want to remember the tears that had leaked out of her eyes. She had been unconscious, but apparently, she could still react to the pain of being sewn up.
He stood in the doorway and stared at her. He needed to know exactly what was going on, but if she didn’t even know, that was bad. Sam always seemed like she was five steps in front of everyone else. The fact that the asshole got the drop on her wasn’t a good sign. Was she slipping, or was she up against someone as smart as she was?
Grabbing a big chair he kept in the corner, he set it right beside the bed.
She had dark smudges beneath her eyes, and while he had never had a face-to-face encounter, he had seen her from afar. She had definitely lost a lot of weight. Someone got the drop on her? It just didn’t track.
What the hell was going on?
