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society views me as a direct threat, and I guess will be coming at me full throttle.”
    “Are we to believe someone who can’t even show themselves?” Beth gulped the tea rather than sip.
    If they weren’t careful a few of them, Grace mused, would end up under the table rather than sitting at it.
    “I, too, questioned her motives,” Grace verified.
    “She?” Damien asked, finally joining in on the conversation.
    “Yeah. She, and I believe her. Something in her voice and words struck me as true.”
    “How so? I mean, you couldn’t see her to gauge her reactions or anything. Why be so quick to judge her as truthful?”
    Her niece was tenacious if nothing else. Beth had made a large transformation from trusting to overly cautious since the battle with Octavia.
    “I don’t expect you to believe, but I hope you’ll trust in my judgment. Whoever this girl was, she might be a great ally to have in our corner. I worry an even larger battle than we fought with Octavia looms ahead. Things surrounding Octavia were merely the icing on a very large cake.”
    “We’ve gathered that as well,” said Moss, his expression deadly serious.
    “What did you guys uncover today?” Grace asked, pouring some more tea.
    It was Trick who spoke up.
    “From what I’ve heard, and what you’ve said, there are two large groups at war and we’re the ones caught in the middle.”
    Beth nodded in agreement to the kid’s conclusion.
    “How much do we know about these two groups, and what do we plan to do with the information we’ve uncovered?” Grace began pacing about the small kitchen. So much appeared to be on the line. Far more than just battling Demetrius. Actually at this point, he’d turned out to be the least of their concerns.
    “We know for sure, without doubt, one group is filled with utter asshats and the other doesn’t like them.”
    “Group two gets my vote hands down.” Moss slammed his cup down, his mind made up.
    “Gotta agree with Moss. Though we know squat about the bear, my gut tells me they, if nothing else, are the lesser of two evils.” Damien cracked his knuckles and nodded at Moss.
    Grace was at a loss as to what Damien meant about a bear.
    “We don’t know. Trick overheard the society members speaking about the other group and referring to them as the bear.”
    Grace whipped around toward Trick wondering how missed the part that he not only knew about the society, but actually was with them. Her gaze must have been murderous because the kid quickly threw his hands up in a “whoa” like move.
    “Easy there. I wasn’t a guest, I promise you. I was locked up there and right before they released me into the swamp, I overheard a few things amid the chaos.”
    Grace maneuvered around to where she could view Damien, eye to eye, while she questioned Trick about why this so called evil society would release him. What if the kid was a rat Demetrius sent to report back to him?
    “And they just let you go? No strings, no bargaining. Complete freedom. Why?” Beth glared at the kid, suspicion anchored in her stiff posture.
    “Wow, she’s a real ball buster, isn’t she?” Trick whispered in Moss’s direction grinning from ear to ear.
    Grace sensed his words were not from outrage, but because he was impressed Beth had noted and questioned the obvious oddity. Grace kinda liked the kid and hoped like hell his answer rang true with her.
    Damien, on the other hand, didn’t seem okay with the kid’s blunt response and went to snatch him up by the back of his collar until she raised a staying hand.
    “Told you … dude is seriously strung tighter than grandma’s hemorrhoids.”
    Moss barked with laughter as Beth spewed tea out her nostrils. Damien’s scowl proved he wasn’t a fan of Trick’s humor.
    “Just kidding, dude, chill already. Okay, to answer your question the only reason they granted my freedom was because they wrongly thought I’d lost my memory.”
    “You hadn’t?” Grace drilled, still