Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 681

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Chapter 681: 681-His Name

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"Emmet, it only makes him more suspicious in my eyes," I whispered to Emmet while Altan was crying by the tree.

"What are you thinking? Walk me through it," Emmet turned to me, gently pinching my chin between his fingers as he asked.

He had a way of speaking, and sometimes, he would touch me so gently just to show I had his attention. But after doing that, he would expect me not to get swayed, even for a brief moment.

I shyly held myself together and responded, "What if Altan is really behind all this? He misses his brother, so he’s abducting these children. And then he leaves the soil from his backyard in his victim’s bed?" I whispered, or so I thought.

Altan heard me and got up from the ground to respond. He turned to us with his eyes swollen. He looked like a mess. The fact that Diaz brought his son’s body to his backyard was wild.

"But I’m really innocent. I don’t know how the soil from my backyard is appearing in the beds, but I’m not doing anything," he said, with fresh tears still in his eyes.

"Did anything happen recently that made you think of your twin?" Emmet continued to ask him, while I wasn’t sure if he could be trusted.

Altan stared at Emmet but looked lost. Then, he began to nod repeatedly.

"Yeah, recently I’ve been having blackouts. And during those blackouts, all I think about is my last hour—my last moments—with my brother."

"What kind of blackouts? What was your last time together?" Emmet asked curiously.

As we stood talking next to the tree, the wind began blowing through its branches. Oddly, it was just that tree, not the whole garden, showing signs of wind.

We all stopped talking and looked around, checking the weather. There was no storm setting in. It was just that tree. Then it started to shake, as if someone were holding onto it and shaking it, not like a natural gust.

"Okay, I see what’s going on," Emmet said, while Altan turned to face the tree.

"Is it you, brother?" Altan asked, his voice full of sadness, but also happiness.

I had no clue what was going on. I turned to look at Emmet and found him staring intensely at the tree.

"What’s going on?" I slipped closer to Emmet, gently shaking his arm. He quickly held my hand between his own for comfort.

"I think I understand what’s happening. But there are still missing pieces, and they’re making all of this very confusing," Emmet uttered, his eyes fixed on the tree, watching Altan yell and cry for his brother to show up.

"Please, brother—show me your face. Talk to me, what are you trying to say?" Altan let out another cry before Emmet gently pushed me behind his back and walked toward Altan.