A small gasp escaped Sophie's lips, barely audible.
Gethen?
Her father?
It wasn't possible. It couldn't be real.
He had to be lying.
He was horrible, evil—a murderer.
She wasn't.
Biana was squeezing her hand. The only reason Sophie could tell was because of the throbbing pain in her left palm. She winced, gently squeezing back.
"You?" Keefe gaped at Gethen. "You're Foster's father?"
Gethen smirked, "Can't you see it? Same hair, incredibly strong Telepathy. And more similarities. I tug my eyelashes as well."
"But—" Keefe started, "what about her mom?"
Gethen blinked. "I wouldn't know."
His gaze faltered for a split second.
His tell.
"You're lying." Keefe stated confidently.
"No," Gethen scoffed, a slight twitch in his eye. "I don't know anyone who could be her mother."
Keefe twisted his lips into a smirk, "Don't lie to the Empath!"
Gethen groaned, "I'm not lying to you, agent Sencen. Now, I have important business. Goodbye."
The Imparter went blank, and Sophie whooshed out a breath.
She was trembling.
She dug her nails into her palms, piercing skin. The pain took off the edge of her shock.
"Dude." Keefe said, stepping up to Fitz.
"Is that why you never told her—and why you were a massive jerk?" Keefe said, eyes wide and unbelieving.
Fitz avoided his gaze. "Well," He sighed. "That, and I like her."
Keefe's hands balled into fists at his side, a muscle feathering in his cheek.
"So that's why you broke her wrist?" Keefe said, voice rising higher. "You hurt her because you couldn't deal with it?"
Sophie sucked in a breath, her head a swirling mess of thoughts.
Gethen. Keefe. Fitz. Oralie.
"We need to get out of here." She transmitted to Biana. "Now."
"I was thinking the same," Biana's mental voice said shakily.
Biana squeezed Sophie's hand hard, guiding her to the door.
"Partially," Fitz admitted.
The girls froze in their tracks, terrified of the thought of Fitz—and Keefe, finding out they were here.
Keefe's voice was ice-cold as he said, "Why?" His voice wavered the smallest amount, his hands clenching and unclenching.
"I—" Fitz started, breaking off as he shook his head. "Look, honestly, I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair, mussing the gelled waves of brown. "I just... miss what everything was before she got here, y'know?" He paused, waiting for Keefe to interject—or disagree.
Keefe nodded slowly, a remorseful smile on his face. "Me too."
It was like someone had sliced Sophie up into pieces.
Keefe missed when she didn't exist in any of their lives?
When she didn't interfere with the oh-so-perfect world they had?
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