impression you didn’t have any family here in New
Atlanta.”
“What?
No, man. Andi’s my sister. Is she okay? I know she can be a little hard to
handle sometimes, but she has good intentions. How did she even get in here?”
Gregor’s
heart lightened by about ten pounds when Tamian confirmed Tessa was his sister.
“She was here visiting her cousin, Isabelle. I guess that makes her your cousin,
too. We hired her on as the doctor after Henshaw was cut down by the Unholy. Tamian,
I just watched Isabelle begin her transition.” He didn’t elaborate. If Tamian
was a shifter, he would know what that meant.
“Andi’s
with her, right? She’s the best at seeing someone through their change.” The
man was seriously concerned. Frey had been right; Tamian St. Claire was a good
guy.
“Yeah,
I just drove them both to Isabelle’s house. Andi, Tessa asked me to
leave.” It had taken everything in him to leave her there, knowing she was his.
Feeling it was one thing. Knowing she felt it, too, was something totally different.
She knew she belonged to him.
“Do
you know why your sister dislikes me so much?” He hated to sound like a
teenage girl, but dammit, he wanted to know.
Tamian
clapped him on the shoulder. “Because you’re a full-blood.”
Gregor
shook his head. He didn’t understand what being a Gargoyle had to do with it
since Tessa herself was a shifter. “I think we need to go to my office and
talk.” He led Tamian up the stairs. Gregor shut the door, and they were both
seated.
“Tessa
mentioned Isabelle is a half-blood, that she has a human mother. I need you to
fill me in on everything you know, St. Claire.” With the news that humans and
Gargoyles could mate, Gregor’s hopes for the future of the Clan rose
one-hundred percent. He needed confirmation to give Rafael and Kaya.
Tamian
shifted in his seat. “I would prefer Tessa be the one to tell you.”
“Why’s
that? And why was Tessa just standing at your cell door not speaking?”
Tamian
seemed nervous. What was he hiding? Gregor needed some answers so he asked him,
“You obviously know what I am, so why shouldn’t I know about you and Tessa?”
“Ours
is a different story, one I do believe you should be told. But man, it’s her
story to tell you. Her place as your mate.”
“How
do you know she’s my mate?”
Tamian
stood and paced the small area. “Let’s just say I know all about my sister,
more than I want to know. Can we talk about something else? Like Vincent
Alexander?”
This
got Gregor’s attention. “What about him? Has he spoken?”
“Oh,
you could say that. The man is off his rocker as far as I’m concerned. To
answer your question, yeah, he’s talked. More like rambled. One minute he’s
coherent, then the next, it’s as if his brain is scrambled. I do know he needs
a fuckin’ cigarette. Jesus H, he won’t shut up about that godsdamn patch. Anyway,
I’m pretty sure he was working for Flanagan, because he mentions him often. He’s
also mentioned the name Merrick a couple of times. But I’m gonna tell ya, the
thing that scares me the most about him is the fact that he knows who Isabelle
is. He called her Izzy.”
“How
would he know Isabelle? Unless he heard us talking outside his cell…” Gregor hadn’t
considered Tamian could be a shifter. “If you can hear him through the walls
that means you’re either a Gargoyle or a half-blood who has gone through your
transition. I’m going to bet since you’re Tessa’s brother, you’re a half-blood.
Tessa told me the transition for you happens when you find your mate. Why isn’t
yours here with you in New Atlanta? Or is she?”
Tamian
stopped pacing. “Gregor, I really don’t feel comfortable having this
conversation until you’ve spoken to Andi. I’m not trying to hide anything, not
really. She has the whole story, and if I give you bits and pieces, it could
throw a wrench in the family’s plans.”
Gregor
stood up and faced Tamian.