Glenda’s POV
I took just one box from the cabinet because I couldn’t help myself. Matt didn’t seem to care or notice anything suspicious about it, so I didn’t worry about it. Within a few hours were back on the plane. Matt’s phone rang as we were waiting for take-off. He went to another section of the plane to answer it.
With a glance towards the door, Grace pulled something out of her purse, hiding it in the sleeve of her jacket before settling into the seat beside me.
She met my gaze and slipped it to me as if she thought we were begin watched.
Now that I thought about it, were we being watched? By who? Matt? I had never considered the potential of us being watched, and I should have if we were going to keep secrets from Matt. It was a bit embarrassing how much more experienced, aware, and prepared Grace seemed to be.
She leaned against my shoulder as if she was sleepy.
I glanced down, leaning
Matt’s POVGrace seemed nervous. I didn’t know what it meant for her to return to Frost Pelt, or what remained of Frost Pelt, but I knew the lack of expression on her face was a trained response. I watched her, searching for some sign of what she was thinking.She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes, “You must have made quite the deal. Who are you going to be meeting with?”I glanced at Renda who was looking out the window. It was purposeful. There was a secret between them involving Frost Pelt. Maybe Renda had already found out Grace’s story. Maybe I was reading too much into it, but I considered Grace’s question.There was something in the way she phrased it that told me she didn’t plan to be there.“We’re meeting with the master distiller.”She nodded, sitting back in her seat, “It’ll be cold. I don’t know if either of you is prepared for
Gordon’s POVI stumbled down the stairs of my house, trying to shake off the weight that had forced me to take a mid-morning nap. I had been lucky that I didn’t pass out in the distillery. That was the last thing the remnants of Frost Pelt needed to see.I wasn’t sure how much longer I could put it off though. I was losing time more often these days. The only solace I had was my office at the distillery and the familiar pace of managing production. I tried every day not to think about how quiet the house was without my brothers and nephews or how empty my life had become since Grace, my mate and wife, had been killed and my little girl was taken.I was grateful that I was not certain she was dead too. I was grateful that the few of us who had survived the attack could still band together and that not everything had been lost, but I had no faith that Teagan was searching for her any longer.I don’t know that I ever
Glenda’s POVAfter Grace had jumped out of the Jeep, I knew that she had made her decision about what to believe. I couldn’t blame her. If my father was alive, I don’t know that I could have kept pretending even if he seemed perfectly healthy.It had all happened so fast; all I could do was follow Grace and Gordon in through the side door. Matt followed just behind me. She moved quickly, steering her father down the narrow hallway and across the narrow metal bridge above the floor filled with large metal silos. When she got him into a small office and onto a cot, he spoke softly to her, reaching into the hood of her jacket.I didn’t understand what they were saying. They spoke so softly, I couldn’t understand the words, but I was almost certain they weren’t speaking English.I looked at Matt whose eyes were narrowed observing Grace, bent over her father. He struggled to sit up even as she tried to push