Page 83 of Dragon’s Rebel

Chapter 37

As they walked back to the car, Zane checked his watch. “We need to book it back to Portland,” he said. “Don’t forget, Blaze and I have an appointment with Jean-Claude tonight.”

“Dammit,” Rebel said. “What about the lawyers? I want to go see them. Like, now. We may never find Johnson, but he’s not the only one who knows who I am. They do too. And if someone left the Seal for me to find, they might know where.”

Thorne was looking up the lawyers’ address on his phone. “It’s the opposite direction,” he said. “By several hours. No way we can make both.”

“Blaze and I will fly back to Portland,” Zane said. “We’ll keep the appointment with Jean-Claude. You two go on and talk to the lawyers. If somebody has hellhounds tracking Rebel, there isn’t any time to waste. They could get ahead of you.”

“On it,” Rebel said. “Where’s the lawyers’ number?”

Thorne held onto the file. “Oh, no. I’m calling them, not you.”

Rebel rolled her eyes. “Stop being so overprotective. It’s not like they’re going to reach through the phone and kidnap me. But there may be information they’ll only give to me. Who my parents really were, what coven they came from, maybe even why they were killed.”

“They could also have been the leak that got your parents killed,” Thorne pointed out. “They were the only link to your parents’ former life. So can we just keep a layer of anonymity between them and you for a little longer?”

Rebel sighed. “Okay, worrywart,” she said. “Besides, if they won’t give you any information, I can always break in and steal their files.”

Thorne just shook his head and started dialing.

While Thorne was calling the lawyers, Rebel went a little ways down the street and managed to get Tempest on Skype.

“Hey sis,” she said. “How are you doing?”

Tempest didn’t look good. She was in her room lying on her bed, and she was still pale.

“I still feel sick.”

Rebel bit her lip. She should be there with her sister. “You still don’t see anything?” she asked.

Tempest shook her head. “Did you find anything? At the trailer?”

“No. The Seal wasn’t there.”

Tempest said softly, “What was it like?”

Rebel sighed. “Quiet,” she said. “Empty. It didn’t feel like—like it did when we lived there.” She didn’t mention the hellhounds. There was no point in upsetting Tempest any more than she already was.

“And you didn’t find anything else?”

Rebel frowned. “Like what?” There were probably bits and pieces of their possessions in the wreckage, but she hadn’t looked. Didn’t want to look. It would be like digging up a grave.

Tempest looked away. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d find the angel.”

“The what?”

“My angel doll,” Tempest said. “The one I lost. It was important.”

Rebel felt her heart thud in her chest. Tempest’s angel doll. That’s what she was out looking for when they came.

“I thought you didn’t remember anything before the foster home.

“I don’t. But I wrote a story about my angel. It was my first story, and I had it with me when they found us. In my pocket.”

Rebel remembered her telling Johnson it was a story she had to write for school.

“Daddy gave me the angel,” Tempest said. “He said to take good care of it, but I didn’t. I wrote the story and then it went away.”