Page 28 of Oblivion
“I need to warn the club,” I mumbled and pulled out my phone. “And you need to speak to Kieran and Tristan.”
“I already did.”
“Oh.” I couldn’t help myself and before I could stop it, the question tumbled out of me. “Where are they?”
“It’s better if you don’t know where Kieran is.” He chuckled. “But Tristan is up North, in Ventus City, setting up your house.”
“My house?” I frowned. “I don’t have a house there.”
“Well, now you do. You also have a new name.”
“What?”
“You wanted to hide from Storm, right?” I nodded. “And we need to hide you from our father and The Syndicate. You need a new identity for that.”
“But a new identity won’t bring me the people that did this to us.”
“No, it won’t. But it will definitely hide you in plain sight while we do what we need to do. Besides, I can’t have you running around as Ophelia Aster when that last name alone could kill you, even if they weren’t directly after you. And Ventus City isn’t owned by us, nor by the Club.”
“It’s owned by Italians,” I finished for him. “Do they know?”
“I’m not sure, but I’m about to find out.”
He started walking toward his room, right next to mine. “Pack your shit,” he said. “We need to get moving.”
“I will.”
“And Ophelia,” he called out again. “Be quick with that call. That’s the last time you’ll be able to talk to them until all of this is over.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, from today onward, you don’t exist. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you’re dead.”
This was what I wanted, to no longer exist. Or at least to no longer exist for the people who knew me as Ophelia. I just never thought it would be like this.
My hands shook as I looked down at my phone and the familiar number I scrolled to. Atlas’s name was there as a reminder of everything I would need to give up. I couldn’t call Storm. I couldn’t talk to him because he wouldn’t listen to what I had to say.
But they needed to know about Nova.
I had no idea where she was. I hadn't seen her after the shitshow my father caused, but I was pretty certain that she didn’t go far. If she was a mole The Syndicate had placed within the lines of Sons of Hades, then she wouldn’t just vanish.
If anything, she would dig deeper, burrowing into the very core of the club. If she was anything like me, anything like our family, she would go straight for the heart.
I pressed the little phone icon on my screen and pressed the phone to my ear, hearing it ring.
“Come on, come on…” I pleaded, begging whichever force there was for Atlas to pick up the phone.
“Ophelia?” he answered with a question. “Where the fuck are you?”
“Hello to you too, Atlas.”
“Cut the crap. Storm is livid. He almost killed Felix for stopping him from going out. He’s looking for you.”
“Well, you need to stop him.”
“What? No. That’s insane. You need to come back, Ophelia.”
“That’s not going to happen and you know it.”
