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“I also need you to find out what you can about Zacharias Grayson.”
Felix tapped away at his phone but looked up to ask, “A relative of Jack’s?”
“His father. He died during a heist he was working with our grandmother. No one knows what exactly happened, but Reuben and Jack think that whatever went down the night Jack’s dad died thirty-seven years ago is related to whatever is happening now. Both have to do with the painting.”
Nero took a step closer to the phone, peering down at the screen like he could see Cal on the other end if he tried hard enough. “Zach Grayson. I’ve heard that name before. Maybe it’s time we try a little harder to get in touch with Juno.”
“Good luck,” Julius said. “She’s on a cruise ship in the middle of the Pacific, and you know how she is about her phone.”
“Fuck,” Nero growled. “She’s going to be facing a shitstorm when she gets back.”
“Let’s hope not.” Felix grabbed Nero’s hand and laced their fingers together, and another pang of jealousy flitted through my heart.
“Let me know what you find out.”
“Will do. You have fun with your mate.” Julius smirked when Cal growled in response.
“I know, I know.” Felix shoved Julius out of the room, Nero following, until it was just Cal and me again, and I hit the button to take him off speaker.
“Quin, I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. You know that, right?”
“I’m fine.” The lie fell from my lips easily, though it tasted bitter on my tongue. “I was just surprised. I really am happy for you.”
“The connection, the bond, it’s a lot. The closest thing I can compare it to is our freaky twin thing, only it’s way more intense.”
I blew out a breath. “Well, I’m not sure how much our twin thing is going to work now that you’re mated.”
“What do you mean?”
“It just feels different. Like I can’t read your emotions as much anymore. I know you’re okay, alive, well, but there’s just less.”
Cal went quiet again like he was feeling for me through our twin bond. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
It was time to change the subject. “The name Stefan Dasselaar sounds really familiar to me. I’m going to do some digging of my own. If he’s a gallery owner, I’m sure someone in my circles knows more about him. Can’t hurt to get some anecdotal info in addition to anything Felix and Jules dig up.”
“Sounds great. Let me know what you find out.”
“I will. Be careful, Cal.”
“Always.”
He hung up, and I threw my phone onto my desk, frustrated by my stupid feelings. I’d brought home some paperwork from the gallery, and the pile shifted. A bloodred-and-gold envelope stuck out from between two stapled inventory reports, and I plucked it from the stack. Gold calligraphy on the front showed it was addressed to my grandmother but had been delivered to the gallery’s address.
That alone was strange, but as I flipped the thick envelope over to open it, I noticed the name embossed on the flap, and I remembered where I’d seen the name of Cal’s target in Amsterdam before.
S. Dasselaar Galleries.
And now there were new questions to answer.
What did Stefan Dasselaar want with Juno Hunter, and why did he think he could contact her through my gallery?
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
JACK
Since Cal had gottenoff the phone with his brothers, he’d been out of sorts. Through our mate bond, I could sense his confusion and general disquiet, and I didn’t like it. Not that I’d ever liked seeing Cal upset, even before we were mated.
