Fall Into Me

..IX..

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Minerva learned she'd been gone almost three days, though it had felt like it was far more. People didn't dare get near her, no one except her mother, father and Esme, whose comforting embraces she welcomed. They stayed with her for the next few days as her body recovered, helping her to eat and drink.

Moira and Yannis were livid, more so that they couldn't do anything in retaliation, because Broe was dead. Moira couldn't fathom that this had happened to Minerva and had a doctor check her over. Luckily, thankfully, even though Minerva's IUD had needed replacing two months ago, she wasn't pregnant. If she had been, she would've thrown herself down the stairs numerous times to get rid of it, considering the inheritance laws meant she wasn't allowed to abort her first born. Though, Minerva had the feeling Moira would've broken every law that bound them to get her that abortion.

All of them knew she'd snapped. There was a feral quality to her now, in the way she spoke, the way she looked at anyone who wasn't them. It came out in her dreams, low growls and hisses, screams and sobs. They didn't love her any less, and kept her close to them.

Minerva had the feeling that was more about keeping everyone else away from her. Twice she'd gone to attack the security men, the first time successful enough that he had to be hospitalised when Yannis dragged her away. The grief, anger, pain and trauma had all mixed and created a deadly cocktail of sheer insanity inside of her mind.

Esme was there every day and had apologised numerous times for what had happened. The woman was cut up about it, blaming herself for Minerva being drugged and taken. If she hadn't answered her damn phone none of it would have happened. Minerva didn't believe that for a second and was placing the blame heavily on her security team. There was also the fact that Minerva had told Esme to answer her call and then promptly left the bathroom. She was setting herself up for being taken.

Esme had also admitted that she may have ripped into the security team the second she knew Minerva was missing. She was furious and devastated that not only was her little sister gone, but now her best friend, even though Minerva had one of the top security companies in the world. Where was the security that was meant to be tailing Mona? Where was the security that took Esme and Minerva to the event? Why were they never there when they were needed?

She'd told Minerva it had taken longer than it should have to get her, because Frankie had been blocked at every single turning point and had been sending teams to every one of Broe's residences to find her. They couldn't narrow it down with the system because the whole thing had corrupted. Moira ended up calling Sabran in, because she had a Computer Science degree and could hack into the camera databases without alerting the broken system to her presence. Within three hours she'd located Minerva at Broe's woodland mansion.

Without a doubt, Minerva had a severe leak in her team, a rat that was scheming against her, determined to watch her fall and break. Minerva didn't believe it was Frankie, nor did she believe it was one of the higher ranking Ghosts, the ones who Minerva knew by name and trusted. Ultimately, it wasn't Esme's job to keep Minerva safe, especially when she was wrapped up in her own grief. No, that fell to the men that had accompanied them to that event, and they were the ones Minerva blamed for this. Already she had them detained in the cellar, Frankie working on cracking them to find out who was behind it.

No, Minerva did not blame Esme, and proved that by allowing her close, having her sleep in the same room and help her to shower when Moira had to disappear to bark orders at maids and keep things running. Esme was the only person Minerva spoke to about what had happened in detail, because Minerva knew she wouldn't fuss and pity her. Instead she held her as she cried it out, her anger palpable. That was what Minerva needed, anger. Not pity. Not "I'm so sorry this happened to you", not "it'll get better in time". Esme wasn't one for those hollow, ridiculous sentences, so Minerva kept her close and offloaded to her, unafraid to admit just how mad she'd gone.