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“Valhalla said you never put two survivors in the same place. If I’m still safe, then you’re here because of someone else.”

She was right. And I didn’t have an explanation for her. “I can’t tell you why I’m here but I promise you are safe.” She didn’t believe me. I had questions of my own though. “How did you get involved in the club?”

She shook her head, not wanting to answer. The door opened, and Dr. Jefferson stepped in. Irene, no Aspen, quickly washed her hands and smiled at the doctor before leaving. “I’ll see you both back at the table.” She wore the same fake smile I did.

“Kytten, why are you here?”

I let out a heavy breath. She deserved the truth. I locked the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed. “I need you to keep this between us, Dr. Jefferson. You can’t tell anyone.”

She folded her arms over her chest and glared at me.

“I did follow you here.” Her arms dropped and her mouth opened. I held up my hand. “Before you say anything, let me explain. My president asked me to watch over you and Danika. When I approached you in Vegas, I had been following you since Oklahoma City.”

“Why?” she growled, and I quickly realized her temper no doubt matched Arsyn’s. Arsyn was the only Nyght Nymph that scared me.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I scratched at my leg. Dr. Jefferson’s eyes went to my hand briefly before coming back to my face.

“Valhalla is her grandmother. Sypher called her and told her about Danika, and she asked me to keep you both safe.”

Her eyes softened, and then quickly bulged when she realized the truth. “That means...” She looked at the locked door.

“Yes. Valhalla is Amber’s mother.”

“She doesn’t know.” Her hand went to her mouth. “When she finds out...” Dr. Jefferson closed her eyes.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“Haizley is her doctor. She needs to know before Amber finds out.”

“You can’t tell her,” I hissed.

Dr. Jefferson shook her head. “I won’t tell Amber. But Haizley has to be prepared to help Amber when she finds out the truth.”

“Dr. Jefferson—”

“Please call me Melissa. Kytten, it’s done,” she said and unlocked the door before walking out and leaving me there alone. The monsters were awake now.

I fucked up. I shouldn’t have told her anything.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kytten

TRIGGER WARNING:This chapter contains a graphic representation of self-harm and cutting. If you suffer from any triggers, PLEASE, PLEASE, take extreme caution before reading this chapter. Your mental health is more important to me than my fictional story.

I left the diner shortly after the confrontation with Melissa. Val would be upset with me when she found out. I hated letting Val down. She had done so much for me.

On my way back to the motel, I may have sped a little too fast. When the flashing lights behind me started flickering, and thewhoop whoopof the siren told me to pull over, I had no choice but to obey.

Nebraska wasn’t like Vegas. While I loved riding on the straight, flat open roads, it made it hard to outmaneuver the cops when there were no side streets to cut down.

Pulling to the side, I turned off my bike and removed my helmet. I waited for the officer to arrive before I plastered my cute smile to my face.

“License and insurance.”

Ok, that was different. Usually, my smile had them asking how old I was. Or if they ran my plate, asking if the bike was stolen. But this man barely looked at me.

I handed him my papers and waited while he walked back to the car. Leaning on my bike, waiting for the officer, I thought about what happened at the diner. First Aspen, then Melissa. I knew I should have stayed away. But Val asked me to makecontact, and I always did what Val asked. It was the least I could do to repay her for everything she had done for me.