I was about to fly out that door and go on a rampage.
Hunt until I found him.
Until I could wrap my hands around his neck and choke the life from him.
Taylor passed it to me while the biker continued to keep her supported. “There are documents in the case condemning Jarek’s disloyalty to our father, just like Aster thought. But I found something else, Logan, I think I found what she really needed.”
Urgency spun around me as I dug into it.
I didn’t know if it was relief or disgust.
A part of me had always assumed.
Had always known.
Hell, I wasn’t even surprised.
But there it was, the second twin stone.
My chest clutched tight, and my stomach twisted.
Sniffling, Taylor looked at me, and her expression deepened in emphasis. “It’s worth only a fraction without its partner.”
“It’s what he wanted all along. The second stone.”
“Do you have it?” she asked through her tears, her voice cautious.
The confession climbed my throat, the truth that he had likely been plotting how to get it back from me for all this time.
Our family’s whereabouts had been unknown for years, until a year ago when Gage’s mother had exposed us.
Clearly, that was when Jarek had found our location, too.
I sank onto the couch because I couldn’t keep standing.
“I have it,” I forced out.
Taylor seemed to have to compel the words out. “The documents in there…what Aster had sent me after? They’re in code, but we believe them to be records of his connections in Russia.”
She glanced back at the biker before she returned her attention to me. “It appears there was some sort of arrangement. If Jarek could acquire both stones, then he was assured his new position as head of LA. There is a plot to take my father out, but he had to procure the missing piece before he could do it.”
My chest burned, and she pulled something else out of her bag and slowly edged forward.
Confusion pulled across my brow as she handed me a keepsake box.
“This was in Aster’s old room back at our father’s house. Hidden, but I always knew where she kept it. I brought it thinking she would want it and would probably never go back.”
My spirit thrashed as I set it on my lap, as I carefully opened it to find it filled with folded star notes.
Little Star.
My spirit thrashed, silently reiterating the promise again and again.
“Even if I can’t see you, I’ll know you’re there, and I’ll find my way to you.”
I would. I would find my way to her. No matter what it took.
She moved and knelt in front of me, and she reached in and produced one that was awkwardly shaped, too thick to really fold with the number of pages it held.