“You heard me,” I snapped. I wasn’t eager to repeat it.
“I’m going to kill that bastard,” he said with a growl.
“Get in line,” Sheila said.
“Great, you all want to kill Tyler, but it doesn’t fix what I just went through or what he could have done to me. Why did you go along with that? You were the one warning me to keep my distance,” I pointed out.
“That was before I knew the details about your history,” he said.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked.
“It seems you and me have something in common,” Malcom said.
“We do?” I lifted a skeptical brow. “Do you have a mate who wanted you dead too?”
“No, I’ve never formed a bond,” he said.
“What could possibly justify you going along with that plan?” I demanded.
“First of all, I didn’t know what Alec had in mind until after he already handed you over. Second, I agreed to help get you out,” Malcom said.
“Okay, fine. But why? Why did Alec get you involved and why did you agree to help?” I asked.
“I’m not an asshole. I wasn’t going to let you die there. Of course I’d help.”
“Why wait, then?” I asked.
“Alec had a plan,” he said. “And he told me why he did it.”
“The money thing?” I wasn’t buying it.
“We share the same blood,” he said. “You’re not the only one with daddy issues.”
My lips parted in surprise. Was he saying what I think he was saying? “It can’t be…”
“Welcome to the fucked-up family tree,” he said. “I don’t agree with Alec’s actions, but you need that spell.”
“What is he talking about? What spell?” Sheila asked. “What am I missing?”
“That’s why you’ve never shared your story,” I said. “You were hiding.”
“Bingo,” Malcom said.
“How?” I couldn’t finish the thought but Malcom seemed to read what I was asking.
“What is going on here?” Sheila repeated. “Please help. I’m lost.”
I couldn’t focus on her right now, I was far too engrossed in what Malcom had to say. “Explain yourself.”
“I found out about seven years ago. My mom told me the truth about my dad when I had my first shift. I was a late bloomer at fifteen.” He shrugged. “She told me I should run so he wouldn’t find me. I had a few run-ins with the law, if you know what I mean, and I made friends with a witch. Worked for her for two years in exchange for a masking spell. Figured if I was off-grid for two years, they’d count me as dead. Then I came here. I didn’t know we shared this until after you left. When Alec came back, he told me what he did and about your dad. So, I finally shared my story and I offered to help.”
“Holy shit.” I stared at him, open mouthed.I have a brother.Things kept getting weirder and weirder.
“Is this supposed to make sense?” Sheila asked. “Who are you hiding from?”
I looked at Malcom. This wasn’t just my secret to tell anymore, it was his, too. I stared at him, still dumbfounded by this new information. “When you’re ready to share, I’ll share.”
“Please, someone, tell me what is going on here,” Sheila said, exasperated.