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Once the words are out, my lungs squeeze as it hits me that I still haven’t heard from Portia.
Something’s wrong.
If Elias even got my message.
“No,” both of them reply in unison, though I can’t recall what question I’d asked.
The door opens, and a metal set of shelves on wheels rolls in, filled with bags. Kellan leaves it between the pantry and the fridge, returning to the table to plop back into his seat while Dane stands and starts putting the groceries away. Jack pinches an apple from one of the bags, then sits on the back of the couch facing us. There’s anaudible crunch when he takes his first bite.
It's so…natural.
Everyone has their role, their place, and they do it without a single word needed between them.
I’ll need to figure out what my role will be in helping out.
But first…
“Have you heard from Elias?” I direct to Aiden, who shakes his head.
“No. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve heard from him.”
“Did he say anything about Portia? Or my voicemail?”
He doesn’t answer right away, his dark eyes staring into mine as he deliberates over something before he finally replies, “He said she would call when she was ready.”
When she was ready? What the hell does that mean?
Aiden’s phone vibrates on the table.
It couldn’t be. The timing is too perfect.
I hold my breath as he reads the screen. Then he stands and looks at us, his face serious. “Harvey’s talking. And he told Cibrina there’s going to be another attack.”
Chapter eleven
Raegan
Theroomthey’rekeepingHarvey in looks like an unused office with the desk and chair shoved in a corner and metal bars running from floor to ceiling a few steps in. There’s a space wide enough at the bottom for a tray of food to fit, as evidenced by the one on his side of the bars with a partially eaten sandwich and a bottle of water.
The five of us enter the room one at a time, and with Cibrina already standing as far to the right as she can against the desk, we fill whatever space remains.
Dane presses something smooth into my hand. “Here,” he murmurs, turning his head to not draw attention to us. “Since my homemade pasta will have to wait, you at least need to eat something.”
Nodding, I smile, bending my neck to see what treat he brought for me.
A protein bar.
It’s probably the best option he could have grabbed on short notice, especially if we need to prepare for an attack. The last thing I want is to pass out from lack of food or energy. I tear it open asquietly as I can, but all of them eye me regardless.
Then Dane opens one for himself with a smirk, and I realize he’d let me go first on purpose.
“Asshole,” I mouth to him with a smirk and bite through the thick bar.
“Harvey,” Aiden begins when the blond-haired, blue-eyed Guild member stares intently at his sandwich, refusing to acknowledge us. “Tell me about the attack. How much time do we have, and where will it happen? Here, at the Tower?”
The corner of Harvey’s lips twitch, and then he gradually disappears, like an invisible shroud unfurling over him from his head to his toes.
“Being invisible doesn’t help you escape,” Kellan growls, his hand wrapping around one of the bars.
