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“Doesn’t matter. He’s a means to an end,” I said, sitting up while trying not to stare at the already erect dick in his lap. “He’s been to the cave, and he’s seen the trove. He knows where it is and how to get back there. Time is of the essence, and I need to get in and out of there as quickly as possible without Acheron discovering what we’re up to. I don’t trust him either, but he’s the best bet.”
“You hope,” Logan snapped.
His ire wasn’t a persuasive argument, so I shrugged. “I hope, you hope, we all hope. Nothing wrong with hope. Eventually, hope might be the only thing keeping us going.” I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders, blew out the air, and focused on releasing the post-nightmare tension. “Right now, hope is all we have, Logan. Hope is all we have.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
logan
Six-Mile Manor
“We have a fucking problem,” Olivia announced as she marched into my office with a stack of paperwork in manilla folders. She wore cargo pants, a button-down shirt with the top three undone, and her steel-toed work boots.
“What else is new,” I sighed, scrubbing my hand over my face. “I should have stayed in East Nuttal.”
“Yeah, well,” she said. “No rest for the weary.”
“I thought that was ‘no rest for the wicked.’”
“Either way.” She dropped the stack on the corner of my overflowing desk and plopped down in the seat across from me. “How was Emma?”
“She can mark sex in a tree off her fuck-it list.”
“Is that like a bucket list but for sex?”
I shot her a dark look, unwilling to elaborate. I’d snuck back into the manor before sun-up, hoping to catch some shut eye,but Olivia had left my laptop on my bed with a Post-it note list of items to address stuck to the top of it. I still had a construction company to run.
So, I’d made my first cup of coffee at three a.m. and parked myself in my office to try to make day-to-day shit happen in the brief lull we’d been granted. Eyeing the newest pile of paperwork minutia didn’t make me feel better about anything. With Acheron in the shadows, pay apps and stressed-out clients were the least of my worries.
Instead, I asked, “Do you have more coffee somewhere in that stack of shit you dropped off?”
Phil appeared with two steaming cups. “Somebody need coffee?”
I grunted my agreement, and he handed me the larger of the two mugs. Olivia took the other one, and Phil exited without another word.
After a long drink of the hot liquid, I leaned back in my executive desk chair and turned my attention to my beta. “What’s the latest?”
“Jace found nothing.”
“How’s that?”
“He took the scan of Six-Mile and the surrounding territories.” She shrugged. “Nada.”
“How is that possible?”
“Magic, I’m guessing.”
“Jace should have turned something up. Did you double check the data?” There had to be something, a direction, anything.
“Every inch. I sent Phil and the others to check out two possibles I identified, and neither spot panned out. Since then, I’ve had them on regular patrols, but no joy. Emma seems to be the only one who’s able to make Acheron climb out of whatevershit hole he’s hiding in.” She paused, and her expression tightened.
“What else?”
“Haven’t heard from Sheila.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. “What do you recommend?”
“A trip to Willow Creek.”
