"Hunters," he echoes, anger and grief straining his voice. "They take so many."
You grit your teeth remembering the scent of blood and silver burns.
"What does it matter?" you say, voice hoarse. "How did you know her? What the hell is this?"
You know. You know what this is. You know exactly what this is.
"Gideon Mercer," Jay says slowly. "I... the thing I want you to know is I didn't know."
"You didn't know what?"
"I didn't know she was pregnant," he finally says it. "If I did I would've kept in touch."
"Why are you telling me this?"
He sucks in a slow deep breath. "Gideon Mercer... I... I don't know for certain. But I think I... I think I'm your..."
"Father," you say the word before he can. "You think you're my father."
Next
Roe's watching the exchange, dark eyes locked on you, expression composed. You're not sure how you're feeling. Confused, angry... but that might just be the moon. Maybe if you'd had this conversation a few weeks ago you wouldn't be hiding your claws in your fist right now.
Or maybe it would have gone exactly the same.
Addie is watching you, curious, or concerned, you can't tell, but she's not approaching.
"Yes," Jay finally works up the courage to say. "We asked Nikolas about your birthday and... it tracks. I'm not sure. Maybe your mother knew someone else but—"