another note.”
Titus nodded.
Jenna went over to her purse and pulled out the little slip of paper. She handed it over to him and sat back in her seat.
Titus opened the paper, examined it for a moment and then stuffed it in his pocket.
Everything in her burned to know what was in that paper.
He looked over to Varius. “We need to make sure we’re ready if the Council makes a move.”
Varius nodded. “It might be time to tell the others.”
Titus shook his head. “Let’s see what he says tomorrow. We need more information. If Remus can somehow disband the Council, we might be raising the alarm for nothing.”
Jenna blanched at his words.
“But you’re going to send for him, right?” she asked quietly.
The two men turned to look at her as if she’d sprouted two heads.
“Remus has a job to do,” Titus said tightly.
Anger boiled in her, an anger that she never knew she could hold.
“You’re just going to leave him in there?” she spat out. “They’re torturing him.”
Titus sighed.
“There’s nothing to be done. He knew the risks when he went in,” Titus said.
She clenched her fists to keep from leaping out of her chair and slapping the words out of his mouth.
“Is knowing where you came from that important?” she bit out. “You’d risk the life of one of your own just for this?”
Titus stared hard at her, his brows rising.
“Remus isn’t one of mine,” he said.
That was it. She’d just seen the aftermath of a man who needed saving, even if it meant saving him from himself. There was no way in hell she was going to listen to this. Not after what Rem had sacrificed.
She jumped out of her chair and glared down at the smug alpha male.
“Is that how you view it? He’s not one of yours unless you were in together?”
Titus opened his mouth to reply, but she cut her hand through the air to silence him.
“The very thing you all escaped and have been so desperate to stay away from now has him in their clutches,” she said, her voice just a notch from yelling. “You ask him to risk everything, and you offer nothing to him.”
“What would you have him do?” Varius cut in. “We can’t very well storm the gates. They have us outnumbered, and with the Council there, more will come.”
She shook. All this time, she believed that surely they would come to his rescue, that they wouldn’t let him die there at the hands of the very people they escaped from.
“I can’t do this,” she whispered. Tears pooled in her eyes and slipped down to the rim of her glasses.
“What are you saying?” Titus asked.
She shook her head and tried to keep from sobbing like she would have liked.
“You can’t ask me to do this,” she said. Her voice wobbled as she spoke. “Watch him die a little more each time I see him, knowing that you’ll never truly have his back. It’s not fair.”
“Jenna,” Titus said and stood from the couch. “I have to think about all the people at Luna Lodge. They need me. They need this information. Remus understood that. It’s why he took on the mission.”
She didn’t want to believe it. Despite how real it felt, she didn’t want to think that Rem had sentenced himself to such torture and that the person she trusted had just allowed it.
“Get out,” she said quietly and looked down.
“Jenna…” Titus said.
“Get out!” she shouted.
“Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?”
Jenna whirled around at her uncle’s voice. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
“Major,” Titus said tightly.
Just the sound of his voice pissed her off.
“They were just leaving,” she said. She turned back to Titus and glared at him.
“Like hell they are,” her uncle said. “I may not know everything, but I heard enough. Now I think the three of you are going to sit down and tell me why my niece was pulled into this damn fool plan of yours.”
“Uncle Dave…” she started.
He stared hard at her, and she swallowed.
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