chair when she reached the table. “Morning.”
“Morning,” she replied softly, not meeting his eyes. She sat down and scooted her chair in before Ayden could do it.
He took his seat next to her. “I thought we could go get your things from impound after we eat.” She tensed. But it was so subtle he would have missed it if his shields were up that blocked others’ emotions. He’d lowered those mental shields when she got off the elevator. That way, he could read and monitor her emotions.
She was in Charlotte for a reason. He had a hunch it was the same reason he’d come.
The waiter came by to take their orders and pour their coffee. After he’d left, Ayden added, “I have to make a stop first. My father left me a package at his lawyer’s office before he died.” He watched her take a nervous sip of her coffee and set the cup down in front of her gently, almost too calculated. She was very good at remaining calm and controlled. But the empath in him sensed the uneasiness that hung around when someone was hiding something. “That’s why you’re here,” he accused, not taking his eyes off her.
She snapped her eyes to his, shocked. He smiled. She narrowed her eyes. “You’re empathic.” He nodded. Her shoulders dropped in defeat.
“The Divinities that died left a package of some sort for their surviving children.” He paused when the waiter came with their breakfast. He waited until they were alone before speaking again. “I’ve been investigating the cases. Papa provided me with as much information as he could. There seems to be a trail of clues. Papa said your mother knew where the Sinew is hidden.”
Eyes wide, she peered at him. Curiosity rolled off her in waves, and he could almost see the wheels turning in her head as the questions piled in. “What cases? How is my mother involved?”
Her questions stopped when he placed a hand on top of hers. “There’ve been others who’ve had accidents.”
“Besides our parents?”
He gave her a nod in answer and wasn’t surprised that she knew his parents had died from a plane crash. She’d probably heard the news from Zach.
“How many?” she asked.
“Five. Two are missing, the other three are dead.” He looked into her violet eyes and wanted to take her back to Maxville where she belonged, far from harm’s way. “Two of the Divinities killed are from Canada and out of my jurisdiction. Their coven isn’t sharing. Plus, I’m not sure if their deaths are even related. The other, Caleb, was the husband of one of the missing Divinities.”
“Angelica,” Kalissa whispered.
Ayden nodded. “You knew them?”
Kalissa shook her head. “No, but my mom talked about them. They had two children. I think they are about ten years older than us.”
“I was hoping to run into them. If Angelica is still alive, then they’ll be looking for her.” Ayden took the last bite of his pancakes and chewed before speaking again. “We’ll have to get our packages and move on.”
“We?”
“Yes. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“I don’t need a babysitter,” she replied with a hint of anger.
“You were run off the road last night and almost killed,” Ayden shot back, barely controlling the anger bubbling inside him.
“That was just an accident…” She broke off and looked back at him with realization in her gaze. Those beautiful violet eyes darkened as she glared. “Okay, let’s pretend it was a deliberate attack on my life. What good would it do to kill me?”
“You are investigating your parents’ deaths and pose a threat.”
She folded her arms over her chest and hardened her stare. “What about you? You’re investigating all of the deaths.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a sideways smirk. “I’ve had my run-ins.”
“And?”
“My Divine gift allows me to use others’ abilities. Papa calls it the power of adaptability. I can adapt others’ powers as my own. It apparently works with demons, too.”