Page 9 of Lost in the Fog

“Cool.”

Teyval frowned. “You don’t remember?”

“Someone was strangling me, and I was fighting, and I fell. If I had a mate, he was either the one that killed me, or he wasn’t there.” She smiled. “There was a dead Elite next to me when I regained consciousness. I took every useful thing in his body and then tried to find my way out. It took a while, but the wall cracked, and I was free. The wind grabbed me and pulled me around the world. I gained control of myself when I got here. When Regis came and got me.”

She had a rapt audience in both of them. “Fast forward to me meeting Gia and helping her get back to herself, a few careers and learning how to be legal when I don’t match my birth certificate anymore. Now I am here. Finished lunch and met some nice people.”

Teyval asked, “What were you before the Stronghold?”

“Cheerleader and was looking into a career in law enforcement.”

Teyval asked, “Can you name any of the people on your team?”

“The nice ones? Caber, Melbourne, or Walker?”

Teyval smiled. “I am going to contact them and find out if they remember you being taken or, at least, when.”

“You think someone knew me then?”

He looked her over. “Is your beta form to scale?”

“Oh. Yeah. I just wear comfy clothing, and no one looks closely.”

He smiled. “Someone remembers you.”

“Unlikely. I just used to jump and kick.”

Regis blinked. “Seriously? Ira wants to try out for the cheer team when she’s old enough. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I came to it a few months ago on an assignment. There were backflips involved, and that came way too easily.” She shrugged. “That kind of thing reminds me of what I used to be.”

Regis grinned. “You are going to be swarmed at home.”

“I know. I am braced for it.”

Teyval was looking at his phone and grinned. “This is you.”

He turned his phone, and there she was in a crop top and micro skirt with shorts under it, backflipping from one end of the field to the other. “Neat.”

Myrtle looked at that and whistled. “I don’t have an athletic bone in my body.”

“Byron is fairly athletic, so you have one occasionally.”

“Shut up. Aren’t you supposed to be a nerd or something?” she muttered at him.

“I am the archive, and I have to defend it. That requires muscles. I suppose I qualify as the athletic bone in your body.”

Pandora grinned as Myrtle turned and covered Teyval’s mouth with her hands. She hissed, “Knock it off.”

His gaze was sparkling.

Myrtle sighed and turned. “Right. So, you are talking at the school tomorrow, but lunch the day after?”

“Sure. Just text me when you want us to meet up. If there is no text, I won’t show.”

“Fair enough.” Myrtle smiled. “What is your career?”

“Private investigator. I am licensed and everything.” She beamed. “Told you. I am fucking fascinating.”

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