CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
A MOMENT OF PEACE
Jack has been pacing across his room for the past several minutes, muttering to himself and rubbing the back of his neck like he’s trying to physically shake the disbelief out of his system. He finally stops, exhales sharply, then drops into his chair with a loud thump. His eyes are wide when they meet mine, and he gestures frantically at his laptop screen, which is still open to a supernatural crime archive site.
“Your biological father is Elias ? Like the Elias Ayers?” His voice jumps an octave, incredulous. “The same guy responsible for the 2010 Blood m******e in New York? The one who made every supernatural most-wanted list for, like, a decade?”
I nod slowly, sinking deeper into the beanbag near his desk. “Yeah.”
“Amber-” Jack’s hands are in h
