Fated Insurrection (Book 3)

Chapter 12

"And for a moment it seemed
to me as if I also were
buried in a vast grave
full of unspeakable secrets."

~~Joseph Conrad

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~Nova~

"If you don't stop pacing, I'm going to duct tape you to the wall," I growled, blinking my dry eyes at the laptop screen.

The repetitive footsteps stopped only to turn around and approach the table where I had returned to a few hours ago after my blissful reprieve in the guest bathroom. Nevada's hand waved in front of my face and I glared up at her.

"If they needed us, they would tell us," I told her impatiently for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Don't you think we should be included in whatever they're doing?" My sister shot back, folding her arms and returning my glare.

"I don't think there's anything we can do." I pressed my lips together in frustration and scrubbed a hand over my tired eyes. "The vampires obviously weren't looking for us, so why dwell on it?"

"Because I'm stressed the fuck out!" Nevada snapped as she threw her hands up in the air dramatically and stomped her foot. "I hate being in the dark!"

"Why are you yelling at me? I didn't do anything!" I yelled back, my body tight with repressed emotions. Taking a deep breath. I forced myself to calm down. "If you want to know so badly, why don't you go in there and find out what's going on?"

"Because I wasn't invited," she mumbled, plopping down in the chair beside me. "I don't want to be in the way."

I snorted in disbelief and shook my head. "They're talking defense strategy, Nev, not plotting a siege. I doubt you'd be in the way. The only reason I'm not in there is because I have better things to do than discuss protection details that we've gone over a million times already."

Taking a swig of my newest energy drink, I focused back on the computer in front of me. I had spent hours trying to trace any signs of my father's name or a possible source that the media had gotten their information from. So far I had come up with absolutely nothing and it was grating violently on my nerves. My few computer classes at the university hadn't quite given me enough skill to quickly hack into the police department handling the investigation and I regretted not taking more hours when I had the chance.

"Are you having any luck?" Nevada asked timidly after several tense minutes of silence.

"No. I'm not good enough for what I'm looking for," I sighed, finishing off my drink. "At least that's what I'm thinking anyway. Either that, or there's no trail to find, and it's just someone using word if mouth and paying off the right people which sounds more plausible."

"Whoever is behind all of this seems smarter than the average criminal," she agreed, grabbing me another drink from the fridge without being prompted. "You can't sit here forever doing this."

"I know that and I don't plan on it," I admitted, popping the tab on the can. "Thanks, by the way."

"You're welcome." Nevada returned to her chair and looked longingly at the door. "Do you think they're hungry?"

"I am."

"You're always hungry," she scowled playfully. "I just want to help."

"I'm sure we will when the time is right," I assured her, my fingers flying over the keys. Adrenaline surges through me as a whole new window popped up. "Shit, I think I'm getting somewhere."