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He pushes off the vanity and stalks towards her, ignoring me completely. He looks her over, and she doesn’t shrink in his presence like any sane person would, instead standing to her full height.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine.”

Neither of them moves; they just stand in front of each other. I feel like I’m outside looking in on a private moment.

“You were upset.”

“How do you know?”

“I could feel it.” His arm outstretches to take her hand in his. “I can always sense you—your sadness, your fear, your pain and even your happiness.”

I’m taken aback by his declaration. He never said anything before, but it certainly brings back a lot of memories of his protectiveness and anger.

“How?” is all she asks.

“I’m not sure. It makes no sense how any of my team members are connected to you. There is still so much we don’t know.”

I slip past them and decide to leave them to have their moment. I’ve never seen Creed so vulnerable. Murderous, yes, creepy as fuck, definitely. He isn’t the type to show his emotions. It’s something we have all been taught to hide, to only use when we need to.

I flick a quick text to the guys. We need to get more information from this damn scientist. He has to know how wecan access our own files, what they have on us, and how it could help us get rid of Mr Z once and for all.

Chapter Thirty

Jolie

At the time it happened, I felt terrible that Marlow and I were interrupted after something so intimate, but I was also utterly transfixed by Creed. I’d figured the intense connection I felt between us was because he was the first one I remembered, but it’s so much deeper than that. How is it possible he can feel what I’m feeling? I’m learning fast that when it comes to the Gods, there is a lot that can’t be explained.

Taking in my reflection, I make sure my mask is securely on, not one blemish or strand of hair out of place. I have my meeting with Mr Z this morning. He cornered me and set the time before we left the gala dinner, and there is a car coming to pick me up shortly. None of the guys know because they will all go alpha dickhead and overthink it. Is he up to something? Of course he is, but I have the best chance of gaining his trust and getting the answers I deserve if I go alone.

Sure, I could be walking into a trap. I’m good at that—my track record speaks for itself. I could be dead by the end of the meeting, but he needs me alive. The guys have not realised he doesn’t need them alive, and that has me on edge. Trace is only still breathing because of me, and I think the same goes for all of them. It’s the only thing that makes sense, but I could also be very wrong. Only time will tell.

The driver he sent pulls up at eight a.m. sharp, and I don’t detour for breakfast, heading straight outside and slipping into the back seat. The driver doesn’t say anything as he puts the car into gear and heads off down the driveway.

We drive for about twenty minutes before he pulls up to a huge gate, one that certainly says they want to keep people out. A massive building behind the gates snags my attention and is unlike anything I’ve seen before. With sleek, futuristic architecture in a slate-grey colour, the only thing that is recognisable is the Olympia symbol.

Mr Z’s driver stops near the front door, and I let myself out of the car. As soon as the door shuts behind me, he pulls away, and I watch him drive around the side of the building.

I turn back to the steps in front of me, taking them two at a time until I reach the top. The glass doors slide open, and I walk through. The inside of the building is stark in contrast to the exterior; everything inside feels sterile and cold.

The lady sitting behind a massive white desk with the Olympia symbol directly behind her glances up, her face remaining neutral and void of any emotion. But before she can welcome me, Mr Z appears out of nowhere.

“Holly, hold all my calls. I have a special visitor today.” He walks around the desk from the left to greet me. She nods at him, and he smiles.

“Jolie, thank you for coming alone. Honestly, I was expecting one of those boys to cause a scene.”

“I’m sure if I told them, they would have.”

He laughs at my comment as I return a polite smile.

“You know them so well already.”

I shrug because he obviously knew that. It doesn’t take rocket science to figure them out. We continue to walk down a sterile hallway lined with closed doors leading off to our right. Everything is so damn white.

“They really aren’t that hard to read. Alpha males all think they have a claim to something that they don’t.”

“Smart girl,” he praises. “Today I wanted to show you around, as I’m aware you have started putting the pieces together.”

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