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“What is it?”
I purse my lips, wondering if I should tell her. I suppose after telling her who my father is, there isn’t anything I can’t tell her now. “It’s a key to a box that belonged to my,ourbirth mother.”
“Do you have the box?”
That is something I’m not ready to share yet, seeing as I only just found it but can’t get to it. “No.”
‘What’s in it?”
I shrug. “Not sure.”
“Do you have an idea where it is?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you fancy me, Atlas?”
I freeze for a second, wondering if I heard her correctly. “What?”
“Do you fancy me?”
Her green gaze pins mine, and I chuckle. “Oh, yeah. Do you fancy me? And don’t you dare say yes because I look like Cain.”
She lets out a loud laugh, and the tension eases slightly. She isn’t holding who my father is against me, which just proves to me how sweet and beautiful she is.
“I fancy you,” she says, giving me a bump with her shoulder. “I don’t care who your dad was. You are your own man. Sitting here with you, I feel something. I know you do too. There’s a lot to figure out, but I’d like to start by getting to know you better.”
“I’d like that too.” I mean it with every cell in my body. “Fancy a swim in the lake?”
“Love one. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll meet you down there.”
“Deal.”
I stand up when she does, and I watch her go into the house, knowing that I don’t have anything to wear to go swimming, but I’m completely okay with that. I have a feeling she might be as well.
ChapterThirty-Eight
Trent
Pulling up in front of my house, it’s been five long days since I left to do this job, which has been a pain in my left bollock. The gang leader tried to shoot his way out of the standoff, and I ended up with a bullet in my vest. Not impressed with the huge bruise that it left there. It’s painful and makes it difficult to breathe, but none of that compares to the pain I feel from being away from Sugar. She is my everything. I knew it the second she purred at me, and my instinct was to growl and bite her. I skittered away from her so fast because nothing like that had ever happened to me before. I didn’t know how to process it and needed to know what it meant. Being with her during her heat and my forced rut was the best two days of my life. I hated leaving her and tried my best to stay. Unfortunately, there are only so many people who can do what I do, and well, that’s me. I can track a criminal down, box them in and take them down in a fraction of the time it takes anyone else.
I rush to the door and burst through, expecting Sophia to still be here. She said she would be. When I find it trashed and deserted, my heart sinks. Her parents came for her and took her away. Probably killing Enzo in the process. That part doesn’t bother me. I got what I wanted from him.
Heading straight up to her room, I catch sight of her nest and a few belongings that she left behind. Bending down, I pick up the t-shirt that was in the nest, tangled up in the blankets. It still smells like her. That potent sweet aroma that does things to me that I can’t describe.
“Dammit,” I snarl, standing up.
There is no option but to go after her. I won’t lose her, just when I found her. Ineedher. She is the other half of my soul, my heart. I know it, and I won’t be denied the chance to be hers.
Spinning, I stalk back down the stairs and out to my car. I know exactly where she lives, and I don’t care what scene I make trying to get to her. Nothing will stop me.
* * *
An hour or so later, several guards at the front gates of her compound stop me. I could shoot my way through, but that would send entirely the wrong message to the people inside. I know who her parents are. Both of them. Nico has been working undercover to get me the information I need to take them down, but now I’m torn. It will hurt Sugar to destroy her parents, but it’s what I do.
Part of me wonders if Nico is in love with Sugar. It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest. She is the sweetest treasure an alpha could find. She probably has hundreds of men beating down her door to be with her and make her their mate.
But she agreed to be with me, so I’m taking her at her word.
