Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Was My Father Murdered

Lilith said nothing.

"I did not tell him anything," Wren said. "I want to be clear about that. I told him you were fine and I had nothing else to say to him and I ended the call."

She paused. "But Lilith. He keeps calling. And the timing....." She stopped.

"What about the timing," Lilith said.

Her voice had come out flat.

Wren looked at her carefully.

"The first time he called was two days after the post went up," she said. "The original one. The one naming Beta Thorne’s daughter."

Lilith looked at the gravel under her feet.

Mike.

She had not thought about Mike in.....she could not remember the last time she had thought about Mike. He had taken up so much space in her life for years and now he was just....nothing. A name attached to a closed door.

But a name that had given Wren her number.

A name that had known about her being sent to the Blackwood brothers.

A name that kept calling two days after a post appeared.

"He is not worth your time," Wren said. "I am not saying he posted it. I am saying the timing is something to notice."

"I noticed," Lilith said.

Her voice came out quiet and controlled than she imagined.

She picked up Wren’s bag from the ground.

"Come inside," she said. "Agnes made food."

Agnes had made enough for twelve people.

This was what Agnes did when she approved of a visitor.

Wren walked into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway and looked at the spread on the large table and at the kitchen itself.

Wren was doing the maths.

She could see it. The sharp eyes moving over everything....the estate, the kitchen, the food, the mark on Lilith’s throat and adding it all up into a picture she was not sure she had the right frame for yet.

Agnes looked at Wren once.

Nodded once, then set a plate in front of her and said "eat" and then she turned back and left to give them some privacy.

"I like her," Wren said.

"Everyone likes Agnes," Lilith said.

They started eating.

For a few minutes it was just food and the kitchen clock and the sound of the estate settling around them. Wren ate the way she always ate....efficiently, without fuss, because food was fuel and Wren was practical about everything.

Then she put her fork down.

Reached into her bag.

Pulled out a folded piece of paper and set it on the table between them.

Lilith looked at it.

"Sixth post," Wren said. "Went up two days ago. Taken down within three hours." She paused. "Someone with serious resources flagged it across every platform simultaneously. I printed it before it disappeared."

Lilith looked at the paper but didn’t reach for it.

"How bad," she said.

Wren’s looked at her and the gestured to the paper. "Read it," she said.

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