Chapter 83-1
Kiana
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“Murder? You’re fucking kidding me!” I stared at Amelia in shock. It had only been two hours since our cellphones had gone down. Finn had gone out looking for Amelia and Troy and returned one
hour ago to report that they weren’t in any of the stores.
Two hours of agony, of thinking that Amelia might be dead. Finn was ready to lose his mind, but my mating bond was bright and throbbing. I just couldn’t figure out how to use it to communicate to Troy. To figure out what the hell was happening with them.
Turns out, he was in police custody. Human police custody.
“Who the hell do they think he murdered?”
“You. And Janelle,” Amelia said quietly. “They don’t have any evidence, but they’re going to hold him for the longest amount of time possible. That’s three days. He’s requested a lawyer, but conveniently, the only criminal lawyer in town is on vacation. They said it’ll take two days to get someone here. We’ll never get our pack lawyer down in time either.”
“They have to have bodies to be investigating a murder charge. Janelle and I are clearly not dead. We just need to go show this lawyer that we aren’t dead.”
Amelia shook her head. “You can’t do that. It’ll look even worse for him because it’ll provide a connection. Two women who happen to look identical to two women that Troy is traveling with end up dead? Plus, you and Janelle will be exposed if you leave the motel. You’re safer here. Troy said to not do anything. If he doesn’t get out in time, we’re to leave him here.”
“No,” I snarled. “We are not fucking leaving him here, and right now, he’s not your goddamn alpha, so you don’t have to listen.”
There was no response from anyone else in the room, and I whirled around. “You can’t be fucking serious. You can’t leave him here!”
“If they don’t have any evidence, they have to let him go,” Amelia said softly. “I think we should keep our heads down and let the law do its job. If we make too much noise, this detective might take an interest in our little community, and that wouldn’t be good.”
“Morven won’t just leave it at that. Troy is in a fucking cage. Morven will find a way to kill him while he’s in there. If you walk away, you could be signing his death warrant,” I hissed.
“And I’m not going anywhere without him. If you get on that boat, you do it without me.”
Amelia’s eyes widened. “Shit, I didn’t even think of that. Janelle, is there anything you can do to give
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Pale, Janelle shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know that I can, but if I can confer with your witch,
she might have some ideas. It would need to be something on his person. A spell bag, but I don’t
know what would even help him.”
“Fine. You talk to Irene. Saul, will you contact our pack lawyer? If they can confer over video, they might be able to help get him out faster.” My mind whirled. “How much like us do they look?”
Amelia shook her head. “I don’t know. Does it matter?”
“I find it hard to believe that Morven just had two wolves on hand who looked exactly like us that could suddenly be killed and presented as our dead bodies. So either he’s a far more meticulous planner than I thought…”
“Or someone is using glamour magic,” Janelle finished. “Oh, that is brilliant. We’ll need to see the bodies up close and personal. Kiana, you can undo any spell. How do we get up close and
personal?”
I did have an idea, but no one was going to like it. I opened my mouth, but Willa immediately cut me off. “No. You are not doing it. They may not be bound to Troy, but I am, and so are you. You’re my priority, Kiana. I’m sorry. You don’t leave this motel. If Janelle wants to waltz up there and claim
to be a twin…”
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