Page 50 of Night Sector

Myon is saying that Kiana MacNamara’s necklace was bespelled with a tracker for her safety, and he thinks the charm malfunctioned since it was designed for her and not Quinnlynn.

Uh, okay…I wasn’t sure I believed that, and from the sound of Lorcan’s voice, he didn’t seem to believe it either.

He’s also saying that the MacNamaras weren’t actually killed, that they added another charm to the necklace to send that warning to Quinnlynn. They did it to keep her from taking a mate too early.

Who isthey?I asked.

Seamus MacNamara’s Elites,Lorcan replied.Apparently, Fritz is one of them.

Fritz?I repeated, standing now.

Yes. And according to Myon, the fabricated story about Quinnlynn’s parents was Fritz’s idea.

I shifted back into my human form and shadowed back to my nest to grab some clothes.That’s one hell of an accusation.

I agree.

Fritz has been a Protector in the Sanctuary for longer than I’ve been alive,I told him as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. He was close to Seamus, but he wasn’t an Elite, as the Elites have never been allowed on the island. Until you, anyway.

He’s now saying he has the black box which can prove that the plane exploded due to engine failure,Lorcan added.It all seems very convenient.

Too convenient,I agreed, disliking that term despite its appropriateness for the conversation.I’m going to find Fritz.

Thank you.

I shadowed to Fritz’s floor and knocked on his closed door. He’d always favored privacy, and I respected that. But right now, I wanted answers. So I knocked again before he could answer.

His blond hair was mussed with sleep as he opened the door, his blue eyes unfocused. “Fuck, Kyra. I was having a really good dream. This had better be important.”

“Are you one of Seamus’s Elites?” I demanded.

His gaze instantly focused, that look confirmed my question without needing a response..

So I plunged right in. “Did you enchant the diamond necklace to deliver a fake message from Kiana to her daughter? About how an Alpha had killed them?”

He grimaced. “Myon’s been talking, has he?”

“That means it’s true? All of this has been one royally fucked-up lie?”

“A necessary one,” he corrected softly. “We needed a way to give Quinn time to find the right mate.”

“By sending her on a dangerous chase around the world for a killer that didn’t even fucking exist? During a global pandemic?”

“The Infection didn’t exist when we came up with the plan,” he argued. “That… complicated things. And by then, she was already in hiding.”

“This is un-fucking-believable.” It also seemed implausible. Too ornate. Toobizarre.

He confirmed the story,I told Lorcan.But something doesn’t feel right about it.

“Why didn’t you trust Quinn to make her own choices? She wouldn’t have rushed into a relationship. You know that.”

“The Alpha Princes were all focused on mating Quinn for power. She couldn’t trust any of them.”

“And again, you didn’t trust her to make that decision for herself? So you concocted a mystery for her to solve instead?” This wasn’t like the Fritz I knew. He was all about Omega empowerment. “What kind of asinine misogynistic bullshit is this?”

He had the good grace to flinch. “Kyra—”

I held up my hand. “Yeah, no. We’re not having this conversation right now. I’m going to let Quinn deal with you instead. Pregnant or not, she can still kick your ass.”