Chapter 178: Grace
"You saw your father?!”
Michael looked down, ashamed of himself, heat flooding his cheeks, and I moved behind him and squeezed his shoulder in support.
“We all do what we have to to protect the ones we love.” I responded, shutting down any more questions from Maizie or anyone else. “Anyways, let’s get back to the point of that information. I think we should use it to our advantage, set it up as a trap. A part of me hesitates with saying that because what if they send kids again? But I think it’s an opportunity that we have to exploit. We’re at war, and we won’t get very many opportunities like that to control our narrative. It will be on our turf, and that’s something we need to take advantage of.”
I turned to face my mate. He had a look of mortal terror and awe on his face, and I smiled at him. I could feel his pride through the bond, and I appreciated his support. I appreciated him always.
“And you know this how? Was that a planned mission?” Heather asked with a frown, dragging my attention back to the group.
“Something like that,” Rhys answered with a frown playing on his lips. “The next one will be more calculated.”
I reached for our bond. I could feel that he was in pain. I might have healed the cut, but it wasn’t perfect, I was worried that the knife had sliced through muscle. I wanted him to get looked at as soon as possible.
“Look, that’s a bit of time away, the ceremony I mean, but we need to be smart about how we go from here. It’s going to be journey, not a race. We have a million different directions to look in, and that’s their plan. They want us to be spread too thin. We have the program. We have the Red Blood pack as a whole.We have the random envelopes. We have -”
“What envelopes?” Maizie asked, her eyes narrowing at us.
I hadn’t thought that those were a secret, but maybe I messed up, but saying something about them. I looked at Rhys with wide eyes, worried I had just given away classified information.
“One problem at a time.” Rhys responded tiredly. “The envelopes are a tomorrow discussion. They aren’t classified; they’re just disturbing which is why we hadn’t really brought them up. They’ve just been dropped at our front door, no witnesses, no nothing. We don’t know where they come from, but again that’s a tomorrow problem. I think we end for today. I think we need time to process what happened today.”
“Do you think their expecting retaliation?” Heather questioned.
“I’m sure they are,” Rhys answered, “Anybody in their right mind would expect it from the Royal pack when they tried to pull something like this. But if that was not actually the Alpha of the Golden pack, then we could be doing the dirty work of the Red Blood pack. I think if we did anything now, we’d be walking into a trap, and I’m not willing to risk our people on a potential trap.”
“What are doing about the prisoners?” She pressed a little too eagerly for my liking as everyone stood up and started gathering their things.
“We want to see what they know. And maybe they don’t know anything. But one way or another I will get some answers.”
“Can I do the initial interrogation?” Heather asked as Maizie and Michael lingered in the doorway so they wouldn’t miss anything.
“Are you sure you want to? You stepped away from this because you didn’t like that side of yourself...”
“If they are working with the pack that stole my husband, I want to be the first to know.” Heather answered with determination and a coldness that I didn’t want to be on the wrong side of.
Rhys pondered with it for a moment. I could nearly read his racing thoughts before he said anything. He didn’t want her to lose herself, but also, she needed this.
“Yes. But I want them alive till I get to talk to them.” He finally conceded.
She nodded, and left, leaving Sawyer, Rhys and I left in the room, as she ushered out Michael and Maizie.
“Do you guys need anything before I turn in for the night?” Sawyer asked.
“Yes actually,” I cut off Rhys as he said, “No, we’re good.”
“What can I do for you, Grace?”
“I need you to look at his arm. I’m worried the knife cut through the muscle. I healed the incision, but he’s in pain even if he won’t admit it.”
“Gracie...” Rhys whined. “I’m fine.”
“You’re in pain. I can feel it. Let’s go get you checked out. Now.”
Sawyer had a small smile on his face as Rhys pleaded for me to let it go the whole walk to the clinic. Sawyer wanted an x-ray and maybe more depending on what he saw or didn’t see. Rhys on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with any of it. He kept claiming that he was fine. But he had brought me here for less, so I just ignored him, pulling him slightly behind me with every step.
“Please Grace,” He begged. “I’m really okay.”
“It will make me feel better to have you fully checked out.” I told him as he sat down on the exam table while Sawyer ran off to get some things set up.
I cupped his face in my hands, and stared into his eyes, begging for him to understand my point of view.
“But it doesn’t even hurt that bad.” He argued. “I really just want to go to bed.”
“And we will. But right now, it’s my turn to make sure you’re taken care of. You’ve always made sure I was alright when I was malnourished and being affected by the old mate bond. You brought me here and made sure I was alright, even during the times I was okay. It’s my turn now to care for you.”
He leaned in and kissed my lips soft and slow. I knew what he really wanted, and I knew it would make him feel better. But it would have to wait till I was sure he was okay. And as long as he was, everything else was fair game later.
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