Fang didn't want to think about it. He wouldn't be able to live, knowing he'd hurt her.
What is going on?
"I want you out of me!" he snarled at Phrixis, who was back in his head, telling him to kill.
Why couldn't he have peace?
Worst of all, he wanted to see his nephew and Aimee. He wanted to have a moment of being held by someone who wasn't as suspicious of him as he was of himself. But he wouldn't endanger them.
Not until he knew the truth.
Aimee hung up the phone in frustration as she sat alone in her mother's office. She wanted to crush the worthless device into a billion pieces.
"You still can't get him?"
She glanced up to find Dev standing in the doorway, watching her with a concerned frown on his face. "What are you talking about?"
"I know you're calling Fang."
She started to lie, but why bother? He'd just be able to smell it on her. "I'm worried about him."
"I don't blame you. Body count is mounting and Stu called to say they've set up a special task force to bring him in."
Stu had been keeping them all posted about the killings. Each one had looked like an animal had done it. Like a wolf or a dog.
But the bloodiest kills had been the Were-Hunters, all Arcadians, who'd died. No regular animal would have the abilities to do that. There was another Were-Hunter out there preying on them.
Aimee swallowed the cold lump in her throat as she considered a possibility she really didn't want to think about. "Do you think he's guilty of killing them?"
Dev sighed. "Eight of the dead are Were-Hunters. It doesn't look good for him."
No, it didn't. And the fact he wouldn't talk to her just made it worse. Not to mention, he was no longer staying with Vane. No one knew where he was.
And that made her want to weep.
"Aimee?"
She looked past Dev's shoulder at Maman's call in the hallway. She stood up and moved toward him to make room at the desk for her mother. "Yes?"
Dev stepped aside so that Maman could enter. "A special session of the Omegrion has been called. I think you should attend."
Aimee frowned at the unusual request. "Why?"
"Because it's about Fang."
Her heart sank so fast that she was dizzy. Dev caught her against him. "I'll go with you."
She nodded, grateful for his support. "Thank you, Maman, for telling me."
Her mother inclined her head.
Patting Dev on his arm, Aimee left him and went upstairs to dress herself in a conservative gray suit. She'd never been to the council before and had no idea what to expect.
Dev met her downstairs, dressed in jeans and a dark blue button-down shirt. He stood next to Maman. Aimee paused as she saw them there together. Her mother was so statuesque and exquisitely beautiful. Regal to the marrow of her bones. Her mother possessed such a feminine elegance that Aimee had always felt like an ugly duckling in comparison.
Though they didn't always agree, she loved that woman with all of her heart. And she wished she could be more like her and make her proud.
Dev was his usual kicked-back, charming self. Though he lacked Maman's refinement that had been passed to Zar and Alain, there was something absolutely compelling about his down-to-earth charisma.