"THADDIE!" I choked out.
"You know him?" asked Maverick in surprise.
I huffed out a deep breath as we heaved another dead body off his wing.
"Yes," I said, giving him a watery smile. "He's my brother."
Maverick stared at me slack-jawed. After tonight I didn't think anything could surprise him. "You're kidding," he muttered.
"Yeah, I was going to tell you about him. Turns out, the other sharum guy was my biological father. Is," I corrected, reminding myself that if they took him, he must still be alive.
"The other guy with Dr. Frankler?"
"Yeah, I know," I nodded. "Just when you thought it couldn't get any weirder."
Maverick grunted an agreement.
I examined Thaddie, who still struggled with consciousness. "Let's carry him to a brighter area. It will be easier to help him there."
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