Ariella, one of the elders, shares, “I’ve heard of this type of power before, but I still need to look deeper into the supernatural archives. But, I do believe that we had another child with these gifts once before. Not necessarily to her extent, but pretty close.”
“We would like to meet this child soon,” Caspen informs me. If it wasn’t for his eyes shining with kindness, I’d never allow him anywhere near my baby girl.
“We’ll work something out,” Trigger announces as he walks over to me and places a hand on the middle of my back, showing that we are a united front and no one will be coming near her without the two of us present. Caspen raises an eyebrow at his friend before a smirk covers his face.
“For now, we will explore the grimoires and archives, looking for any answers that may help us, then meet up again at a later date and time.” With that, Caspen waves his hand toward the door and all of his followers stand and walk out the door with quiet murmurs of goodbyes and encouraging smiles. As quickly as the meeting started, it ended. Seems Caspen is a man of few words.
Trigger walks me out to my car so that I can return to work. I’m hoping that I can manage to get all of mine and Shyla’s paperwork to adopt gathered and finalized by the end of the day. I need to know that no one will be able to come back and try to take our babies away from either one of us.
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I walk Vaughn out to her car so she can leave the precinct in order to wrap up some of her open cases at work, as well as Emmaline and Scar’s paperwork. Vaughn, Shyla and I are happy with the children being ours legally, and we will fight tooth and nail to keep it that way. They are ours, and we aren’t going to make it easy on anyone if they try to take them from us.
Not to mention, I still have to get to the bottom of the rogues and their nefarious activities. Echo is still tucked away in a cell, so I call the jailer on shift to have him brought in to talk to me in the interrogation room. As soon as Echo is shoved into his seat, he keeps his mouth shut and looks anywhere but at me. As I talk to him, it’s as if I’m talking to a damn brick wall. The only answers he shares is that he has no clue what I’m talking about. His story has changed from our last one, which has my grizzly scratching my insides, wanting to shred his skin and taste his blood. Knowing that no matter how hardheaded the fucker is, I have to keep my professionalism during interactions with my inmates. I excuse myself from the room, figuring that my time will be spent better if I go once more and explore the grounds behind Echo’s home.
My mind and gut are screaming out that we have missed some type of clue that will turn this investigation in the right direction, answering all of those unknown questions that are still roaming around in my mind.
As I’m driving over to Echo’s homestead, I give Glorianna a call just to check up on them and make sure nothing out of the ordinary has happened around or in our home. She answers the phone with a very annoying tsking sound in her voice. “Glorianna, is something wrong? Do I need to come home? Has something happened to the deputy that I put on your detail? Has something happened to one of the younglings?” I’m spitting out question after question so rapidly that she doesn’t have time to answer a single one of them. Then out of nowhere the line suddenly goes dead. Without any further thought, I spin my truck around, tires squealing and burning rubber, not giving a damn if anyone or anything is close to me.
Immediately, I place a call to Dooly in order to try and find out what in the hell is going on. He answers his phone on the first ring. “Hey, Sheriff, what can I help you with today?” He’s just as nonchalant as anyone can be, no signs of distress in his voice.
“First off, what in the hades is going on at my house? Glorianna just disconnected our phone conversation. Have you even been checking on my new family or