Emt:
A few hours ago:
"Where are you headed?" Norman asked , snapping his fingers to get my attention while he didn’t stop walking toward his car.
"I have a eting with a publisher," I replied, standing next to my car. Norman seed slightly disturbed but also like he had just taken a shower.
"You took a shower twice?" I rembered he had a different shirt on in the morning.
"The cat spilled water on ," he hissed, and I could only suspect one person doing so that my brother wouldn’t imdiately kick them out of the house.
Norman could lie to all day, but I could tell he treated Helanie differently than other people. He showed empathy for her, and that was the first ti I’d ever seen him do that.
"Anyway, good luck with the publisher," Norman said, looking very exhausted.
"Is everything okay? Did the cat speak too?" I asked, raising an eyebrow when his eyes traveled to my face.
We brothers looked visibly different—different hair colors and eyes too. But that was because of the powerful genetics from our parents’ side, and so other reasons involved.
But Norman growing his blond beard suited him.
"This Maximus and Kaye—I can’t believe them," Norman hissed. Now that he knew I also knew about their deal with Helanie, he wasn’t being as secretive with .
"What did they do?" I was curious about the whole deal.
I could tell Helanie wasn’t in the wrong in this situation, but I thought maybe my brother ssed up unintentionally.
"They did her dirty. I need to get to the bottom of it, and then I’m going to confront them," Norman looked all flustered.
"You’re going to confront your heartbeats for Helanie?" I chuckled, watching him notice the smirk on my face, "Co on, it’s not a bad thing to do the right thing for soone like Helanie. She’s our stepsister too," I shrugged once I noticed Norman was offended.
"Ew!" he dramatically reacted, as if copying soone, "I would never care for her. Anyway, I must leave now," he sighed, rubbing his chest before walking away.
I always felt bad for my brother. He was doing too much, and at this rate, he’d only beco a robot. But seeing him care for Helanie gave so hope for him.
After he left, I began my journey too. I had to take my private jet to reach my desired destination. As my jet landed and I got out, I slled the air and stretched my arms.
I took the car for the rest of the way and reached a particular neighborhood. As I parked in front of one house, I realized the neighbors had co out to look at .
This one was particularly the oga side of the pack.
I fixed my coat and got out of the car, now standing outside the door before I gently knocked on it.
"Who is it?" a very dramatic, high-pitched voice ca from inside.
"We’re here to randomly pick houses for gifts and donations," my warrior yelled back, and the door imdiately opened.
She quickly started to fix her little curly brown hair. Her cigar had red lipstick on it, and her eyeliner was a little smudged.
"Hello there," she pumped her chest out, making look away in disgust.
"I’m Larissa Niles," she giggled, taking the cigar out of her mouth and holding it between her fingers.
"Hi, I’m Emt," I said, watching her get all excited. Sohow, I understood this lady was not a kind one.
"Well, co on inside. You look rich," she said, oddly shaless. She didn’t hide the fact that she was excited about a donation.
I hadn’t co here for donations. It was just an excuse to be here. I’d spoken to the pack’s alpha, and he had agreed that I could make donations without disclosing my identity because I hated the press.
"Oh my, you even sll rich," she led inside to a ssy ho where cleanliness wasn’t a priority.
"Sullivan, get up and leave so room for the rich man here who’s co to give us a donation," she yelled at her son, who was sitting on the couch playing a video ga.
He quickly got up and flashed a smile.
He was Helanie’s stepbrother.
I sat down on the side of the couch, looking around to see any signs of Helanie. There were no pictures of her.
Did this family not rember her?
What happened that she left them and decided to live like a rogue?
"So, do you have other children?" I asked, my warriors scanning the house to make sure the family knew they were being observed.
"Oh no! I only have two kids—this is Sullivan, and then there’s Vani. She must be in her room, studying, as if that would get her anywhere," she rolled her eyes at her daughter’s hard work. But she was fine with her adult son littering around the house and lying on the couch playing video gas.
"Hm, you had another daughter—what was her na? Oh, Helanie!" I snapped my fingers, pretending to think of the na.
The look on their faces told they weren’t happy to hear her na again. The two exchanged a very secretive glance before Larissa responded, "Oh, that poor girl died a few months ago."
She shrugged and then added, "I’ll bring you so snacks. Sullivan, wanna help?" she motioned for him to join her in the kitchen.
"You look familiar." A voice from behind made briefly turn around and stare at the 15-year-old girl holding a book in her hands.
It was my published book from a year ago.
"Hello," I greeted.
"Hi!" she smiled, coming over and sitting on the couch with . "She didn’t die, you know," she started out of the blue.
"Huh?" I pretended as if I had no clue who she was talking about.
"Of course you know that. She lives with you, doesn’t she?" That little girl shocked with her information. But I had a feeling that if I wanted to know more, she was the right person for it.
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