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He asked, “Are you serious?” I replied, “You feel me. I am very serious.” Uncle Bjourn agreed, “That’s a big coincidence.” He called Uncle Gunner, “We need you in my office.” He showed up in seconds.

We explained my theory and he pulled cameras from the area. Maverick said, “No one touched his drink.” I pointed, “Right there. On the chair. Son of a bitch.” I opened a portal to where Maverick had been. I walked around the corner where they were already doing CPR on the Frost Giant.

Not that the humans would know what she was. She looked like a normal person right now. She could transform into her giant though. I conjured a hood and kept my head down and swiped her purse then got into an alley. I portaled back to Uncle Bjourn’s office.

I dumped the purse. Uncle Gunner said, “There was a smaller framed person that sat in that chair two hours prior. It’s subtle but watching the chair you can see them subtly place something there.” Uncle Bjourn said, “We are having someone get the chair.”

I snarled and yanked my parents to me. Mom popped them in half dressed. I threw pictures of Maverick over to my uncle’s desk. Dad snarled, “What the fuck is this?” I replied, “They were going to kidnap him.” I held up written instructions.

Uncle Bjourn answered his phone, “Evin, what did you find?” Uncle Evin said, “There’s nothing on the chair to suggest anything was here.

No adhesion, nothing left behind, not a single fucking clue.

I sent Brody to the hospital to bring the body to our realm.

I’m going to see if I can collect the others from the locations Gunner sent. It might’ve been too long though.”

Uncle Bjourn snorted, “If they are gone get who took the bodies.” Uncle Evin agreed, “On that. Gunner, put something in there that I’m family.” He agreed, “Doing that.” Uncle Evin hung up. Mom asked, “What the fuck is going on?”

I said, “Maverick saw another person die from a heart attack near him and I found it odd.” Uncle Bjourn offered, “Poison is often a woman’s game.” Dad snorted, “How do you boys keep getting women obsessed with you?”

“They are also helpful. None of the women obsessed with me have ever even ONCE thought about being helpful. Yours kill people that are threats to you.” Mom agreed, “He’s right.

The ones obsessed with him are the fucking worst even if they have damn good taste.

” She popped and wrapped her arms around my dad’s neck and kissed him.

When she pulled back she said, “How our sons get women obsessed with them is an easy answer. Have you seen them? They look JUST like you. You’re all handsome.

Honestly, this type of obsession is preferable.

” We all turned to look at her. She warned, “Don’t give me that damn look.

I far prefer the women who goes to every length to protect you than the psychotic fucking crazy one. ”

Uncle Gunner turned his computer around. There was split screen of the places where Maverick had seen those dying of heart attacks. We raised an eyebrow at the same person there placing something on a chair.

Mom ordered, “Play it forward.” Other people sat in the chair but thirty minutes before Maverick showed up the people who sat down in that seat were the ones who died. I asked, “How the fuck did they target those people directly and not get every single damn person who sat in that chair?”

Dad answered, “They are really smart. Scarily so even. It’s going to be some type of device.” I asked, “Who the hell are these people?” Oden snorted, “Mate could go undercover with them.” That was true. She was smart enough they’d want her in.

Mom asked, “What was that feeling son?” Everyone raised an eyebrow at me.

I carefully said, “We know someone smart enough that could go in undercover trying to get into that group. They’d drool over the prospect a genius like her.

” Oden perked up, “And we could meet her then. It would be our mission.” That was true.

Dad said, “They’d never agree.” I shrugged, “Ask.” Mom questioned, “Are we talking about the prank? Because I did suggest her involvement on creating Laxenread and you all acted like I was fucking crazy.” Dad said, “She’s living her dream.” Mom groaned but dropped it.

I thought through everything while my dad worked on talking to Red Run.

Uncle Bjourn asked, “What are you thinking?” I replied, “Maverick has had a sniper previously. This change was four months ago. Did someone new join the Resistance? Does he have a new person assigned to his threats? The only reason they would change their MO would be a different person is handling it.”

Uncle Bjourn nodded, “I agree. It does sound like he got someone permanent. It must be someone our sniper trusts because you are the only person that appears to have a permanent person on you. Our sniper covers everyone else they can, otherwise it’s sporadic on the coverage.”

Mom agreed, “Someone probably proved they had a knack for figuring our threats against Mav. What do we have on these assholes that died?” Uncle Gunner admitted, “We were watching them. Whoever is on Maverick doesn’t like anyone watching him.

Today was not going to be the kidnapping attempt.

They were observing him to see if he had a pattern. ”

Mom shrugged, “Like I said, I’ll take this type of obsession over the crazy ass women. They are protecting my sons from harm with superior technology has me ready to conjure them the world. Maybe she’ll end up being mated to Maverick then we could meet them.”

Maverick snorted, “Nothing in the area smelled good.” Oden commented, “They don’t have a scent and he did feel weird.

” That was true but I wasn’t going to get his hopes up in case it was wrong.

Mom said, “Well, that’s the type of woman or man I’d hope for my kids to find.

Someone willing to go to any length to protect them. ” Dad agreed, “It is really helpful.”

Caesar came in with files on the people who had died. Uncle Bjourn agreed, “We were aware of them, and they had plans to make moves, but this one just made a derogative comment about wishing Maverick dead.” You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Mom snorted, “I love these people so much. Where are we at on the theory someone with Hackura blood is involved?” My head jolted over to hers, but I had to admit it made a lot of sense. Uncle Bjourn replied, “We cannot find anyone involved. Dad had a lead he went to handle personally.”

She asked, “Where?” He answered, “He was talking to a Selkie source. They have nothing to do with it, but they have been helped by the Resistance.” Mom pointed out, “This is someone who doesn’t like disrespect. Particularly to Alexander, but anyone who is important to him as well.”

Uncle Bjourn said, “Yes, the people who threaten Alexander die as well. One might say harshly.” Mom rolled her eyes replying, “Then they are very busy, and our sniper never sleeps. Which isn’t possible. Even Vampires sleep. All Supernatural’s need time to rest.”

I said, “There are periods of time where our sniper isn’t around. What if they run themselves into the ground then sleep for a week.” My mom sighed and I reached for our bond. I asked, “Why are your walls up?” My dad put a hand on her shoulder.

He answered, “Because she doesn’t think you will like the theory she came up with.” It was likely not a theory then since Mom studied people. I gently said, “Mom, it’s ok. You can tell me. I probably won’t like it, but I believe in you and your theories.”

She rubbed her face, “I had Keaton confirm through an assessment, but it is more likely the times our sniper isn’t around, it’s due to injury. When she saved Everly and Julianna they smelled a salve.” I asked, “Do we have anything on their missions where injuries occur?”

Uncle Bjourn commented, “You know the answer.” I snarled, “Then who the fuck would hurt her?” Dad replied, “A lot of people would if they got ahold of her.” I snorted, “But they don’t know who she is.

So, that doesn’t really work as an explanation.

” Mom sighed, “It is possible that this group is operating from inside the Ring to some degree. The Ring could be who is hurting her.”

Oden roared in anger, and I knew my eyes blazed. I said, “I’ll be back. I’m taking a walk.” I stormed out of the office as my mom sent me love. I sent the need to do something for this woman back to her. She agreed with that sentiment and my dad just sent me understanding.

I popped to the hill overlooking the castle. I conjured my phone and dialed the sniper’s number. I got the beep for the message again. I said, “I am STILL worried about you. I need you to know if the Ring is hurting you, we will handle it.”

I sighed, “I’d also like to know what type of poison your people are using to cause heart attacks.

You somehow directed that at people who are after my brother.

I don’t know why you don’t think I’ll like you.

I do like you. You’re saving the people I love.

Uncle Bjourn was aware of those threats to Maverick but you’re taking them out before plans get too far. ”

I reasoned, “You know all about my Supernatural sides. You have to know that means something to every single part of me. I want to help you. Hell, we want to meet you. Please just let me protect you at least.” The beep cutting me off signaled again.

I threw my phone, and it shattered on a tree. I snapped my fingers, and it was repaired. Hastein commented, “That has to be handy for your Beta.” I snorted, “And you care because my Beta is our cousin.” He hummed, “How often do you call that number?” I grumbled, “I’m sure you know.”

He reasoned, “They might not check it.” I asked, “Do you want to know how I know they do?” He answered, “Yes.” I said, “The voicemail would be full if they didn’t. They check it, listen to my messages, and then they don’t reply.”