Chapter 94
Margot exhaled a frustrated breath, trying to refocus her scattered thoughts. Fury had just been teleported back to the Desert Moon packhouse, Logan hoisted over his shoulder, to run the DNA tests. They were standing in what was now the wreckage of the back patio of Rhea's lake house, the site of their tense confrontation and Logan’s capture.
Rhea, the venomous words gone, was now a sullen, defeated heap, the energy cuffs on her wrists glowing faintly as she slumped against a leather armchair.
Svetlana gently touched Margot’s shoulder. “She’s telling the truth. She doesn’t know,” Svetlana said, her voice a low, melodic contrast to the high tension of the morning. “But I know where we can get the answers.”
Margot nodded, the anger that had been clawing at her throat receding,
