Page 90 of Ravage
I’d hoped to get answers when I confronted her, and instead, I only got more questions. What is she hiding? More than what happened with Vera, there’s something else she’s not saying. She’s a complex puzzle, but I need more time and information to solve it.
Then I witness Kellan and Jackson coming home with genuine smiles and peaceful expressions I haven’t seen them wear in years, and jealousy burns through my veins like lava. Here I am, trying to get to the truth for everyone’s safety, and they’re hopping right back into old habits and feelings without a second thought.
“Got a problem with Kellan?”
Dane’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I’m standing over the couch glaring down at Kellan, which is probably what prompted the question.
I pull my gaze away from him to seek out Dane, who’s sitting at his desk surrounded by monitors like a bird in his nest. “He stole my Aston Martin last night for a joy ride,” I tell him instead. I know it was him because he messed up all of my settings. And I fell into my seat because it was so far back, it was almost in the back seat.
“Could’ve been Jackson,” he adds, though he’s only aiming accusations his way since Jack has made it clear he’s on Raegan’s side.
“Where is he?” I glance around the room and the sliding doors to the balcony, but there’s no sign of him.
Dane grunts. “Said he could smell a storm on the wind and that he was going to seek it out.”
I look out the windows at the bright, blue sky with hardly a cloud in it.
“A literal storm or GE?”
“Mm, yes. He tells me everything,” is his sarcastic but distracted reply.
I stalk over to his nest and scan the monitors to see what he’s working on. “No luck on the island?” I guess based on the satellite maps of oceans all over the world.
Once the congressman informed us in our interrogation session that there are new islands being used like the one we’d been on, it’s been our sole focus on finding them. Those should lead us to more information on who and where the board of directors are, and most importantly, there will be a lot of gifted people to rescue.
If it’s not too late for them.
“Jesus fucking fuck!” Dane shouts and slams his fingers down on the keyboard.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Since he’s been isolated in the Loft, he’d taken on a crazy number of online classes, some legitimate and some offered through the dark web, to master hacking. It was his way of helping us since he couldn’t physically leave, and so far, it’s been beyond useful. I’d also thought he had mastered it, because there was almost nowhere he couldn’t go.
“Something wrong?”
“Someone’s fucking with me. I’m trying to hack into the satellite images over the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico areas, but every time I think I’m in, I get kicked back out.”
“Are you sure you were actually in?”
Dane spins around in his chair and scowls at me. “Of course, I was. Someone is deliberately letting me spend hours getting in and then changing it the second I get through, so I have to start all over again.”
Hm. “Sounds like you’re on to something in that area. Do any of the regular online maps show what’s there?”
“They don’t show anything out of the ordinary, though the images aren’t clear enough to even see what’s on the islands they do show.”
“You think there are more islands?”
He shrugs. “It’s just a hunch.”
I rub my hand over my mouth. The time it would take to fly or boat around and island hop until we found the right ones would be too long and would alert GE.
“Just keep trying and let me know what you come up with. If not, we may have to find another way—”
The lights cut out, covering us in darkness.
Chapter twenty-three
Aiden
When the backup generators don’t kick on immediately, I unbutton my suit jacket and reach for the handle strapped to my back beneath it. As I pull the handle out, the metal unfurls. I snap it at the ground and the pieces all straighten at once into a long sword.
