Bride (Ali Hazelwood) by Ali Hazelwood

            My head spins. I cover my mouth.

            “Now,” Alex adds, “you’ve both been very withholding, and I don’t fully understand the significance of any of this, but if you tell me why I’m looking into this guy, I could—”

            “Alex,” Lowe interrupts gently. “It’s getting late. You should go home.”

            Alex turns to him, wide-eyed.

            “You did a great job. Have a good night.”

            Alex’s hesitation is negligible. He stands, bows his head once, and clasps my shoulder on his way out. Lowe’s eyes hold mine the entire time, but I wait until the kitchen door locks in the frame to say, “Thomas Jalakas must be Ana’s father. I mean, could this be a coincidence?”

            “Yes.”

            I scoff, skeptical. “Fine. But is it?”

            He shakes his head. “I don’t believe so, no.” He navigates through the browser tabs and shows me a picture. “This is Thomas.”

            “Holy shit.” I study his wide mouth. The square jaw. The dimples. The resemblance to Ana is undeniable. “This means that Serena met with Ana’s father—and I never realized it, because I assumed it was for her financial stuff.”

            Lowe nods.

            “He has to be the person who told her about Ana. We have to talk to him.”

            “We can’t.”

            “Why? I can get answers from him. If you help me, I might be able to thrall him and—”

            “He’s dead, Misery.”

            Dread crawls up my spine. “When?”

            “Two weeks after Serena disappeared. A car accident.”

            The implications sink into me instantly. Serena, that fucking idiot, got herself involved in something incredibly dangerous. And the other person who was involved in it is now dead, which—

            “Misery.” Lowe’s hand blankets mine, large and warm. “I don’t think it means she’s dead.”

            It’s what I needed to hear. I silently beg him to continue.

            “I don’t believe for a second that this is a coincidence, but whoever got rid of him had the resources to make it look like an accident. They would have done the same for Serena to avoid loose ends.”

            I stare at his strong fingers and think it through. Maybe. Yes. It makes some sense. At the very least, it’s something to hope for.

            “If not with him, we should still talk with his aides, his colleagues, his predecessor, someone who—”

            “Governor Davenport.”

            I look up. Lowe’s eyes are calm. Direct. “What?”

            “Thomas Jalakas was appointed by Governor Davenport, Misery. Both his Bureau position and his latest one.”

            “I . . . Is it even a normal career path? Going from an interspecies bureau to some huge financial office?”

            “Excellent question.” Lowe removes his hand. The cool night air hits me like a slap. “You should ask Governor Davenport tomorrow, while we’re having dinner at his place.”

            My jaw drops. “When did you get us a dinner invitation?”

            “When Alex told me about this. Three hours ago.”

            “That was quick.”

            “I am the Alpha of the Southwest pack,” he reminds me, a little archly. “I do have some power.”

            “I guess.” I let out a single, incredulous laugh. I could kiss him. I want to kiss him. “What did you tell him?”

            “That we have a gift for him. To thank him for hosting our wedding ceremony in his territory.”

            “He believed that?”

            “He’s an idiot, and Humans are apparently big on thank-you gifts.” He shrugs. “I read it online.”