Page 205 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“No.”

Davis lets go of her wrists and turns back to me. “She is telling the truth.”

“Good. Then call Chester and tell him we are on our way. He will know why.”

Davis slips from the seat and walks back over to Marlow. Melinda smiles at me. “I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad I have my memories back. It was weird at first, remembering the things I had forgotten, but I don’t regret it.”

“I’m just afraid that the man I love has been lying to me all these years. If he has, then I will be alone.”

I reach across the table and take her hand in mine and lightly squeeze it. “We can figure it out together. You have me now. And your grandchildren.”

She laughs, but the smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around that.”

The guys both come to stand at our table. “Are you ready to go? Chester is waiting,” Marlow says.

I nod and let Melinda’s hand go, and Davis helps me from my seat.

“After you,” Marlow says, and we all head outside and back to Davis’s car. “We will go to the house in case Melinda is being watched. It won’t look suspicious if it seems like you’re showing her the remodelling. You can go through the front of the house and down to the morgue. Chester will be there waiting for you.”

“The morgue?” Melinda asks, her eyes wide.

“Yes, Creed likes to work from home,” I explain. “He has been teaching me how to do an autopsy. It’s kind of cool.”

“I will take your word for it,” she quips.

I slide into the backseat with Melinda, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable about having to sit next to a strange man. The drive back to the house is quiet, with anxious energy radiating off Melinda in spades.

Once we pull up to the front of the house, Marlow turns and looks back at us. “Go in and be careful. The builders have been sent to have lunch. Just don’t touch anything, and you will be fine. There will be eyes on you at all times.”

I nod, but it makes me nervous that they plan to be watching. It makes me question what they think will happen. Melinda andI exit the car and walk up the stairs. I twist the handle and push the large door open. I haven’t seen the inside of the house for over a week, and I’m surprised at how much it’s changed. Everything is still black, but Creed has added a chandelier to the foyer.

“Wow, this place is huge,” Melinda says in awe. I don’t blame her—she has been underground for years.

“This is nothing. Just when you think you have seen everything, there are more rooms,” I say with a chuckle, glancing around.

“I bet. Did something happen here?” she asks, pointing to the stairs that are roped off.

“No, Creed is having that part of the house renovated for when the babies come so that we can all be in the same wing.”

“Oh, and where is the... morgue?” I don’t miss the shudder that takes over her body as she asks.

“Through this way.”

I lead her out through a hallway, past the living room, and into the hallway that contains the entrance to the morgue. She follows closely behind me, and I push the door open, the cold air hitting me as I do, giving me goose bumps.

Olly jumps down from a bench and twists between my legs. I bend down—around my stomach—to pick him up and cradle him close to my chest. Melinda’s nose scrunches; her reaction is similar to mine when I first met the naked cat.

“That has to be the ugliest cat I have ever seen.”

“You’re not wrong,” Chester says, coming out from the freaking bottom of the dead body fridge. Melinda jumps back in fright. I put Olly back down on the bench, and he curls up in a ball and ignores us.

“Did you really have to come in that way?” I chastise.

He rights himself and smirks at me. “We are taking all precautions in case she is being watched. Ziyon seeing me in thesame vicinity as her would make him curious. He knows what I’m trained to do.”

Chester places the small black cases he brought with him down on the metal bench. He opens it and removes the syringe, drawing up the yellow liquid.

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