BIANCA
The professional part of my brain noted that I needed to stop thinking about this, that there was nothing i could have done but the rest of me sat very still and tried not to fall apart.
He’d been here. My baby boy Theo.
I had probably been on duty that day performing emergency medicine just a floor below while my son was being assessed for trauma about my death.
I thought about what Rivera had told me that morning. About Theo’s guilt about my death, about the weight he’d been carrying.
And I thought about Voss. About what Roy had said. About how there were just eleven days and there was a ritual that needed Theo’s blood, and there was a small window where they might utilize to take theo when matthew would be busy with his pack assembly speech and would be occupied and busy.
And when he realized what was happening, it would be too late because Matthew had no idea about the whole conspiracy that was going on and would think it was just a kidnapping attempt, but it was far worse than that. Theo would be killed for a ritual, for a curse, all because he was born from me.
I picked up my phone and called Rivera, not wanting to waste anytime again.
He answered before the first ring had finished, which told me he’d been waiting for contact. or he had been staring at his phone and wasn’t doing anything urgent.
“Bianca. Is everything alright? Are you hurt? Are you at the hospital?”
“Yes. I am fine and safe. I need to tell you something and I need you to listen without redirecting to logistics until I’ve finished.” A brief pause, that showed he was thinking about this as he slowly exhaled, as he answered. “Okay.”
“Theo was a patient here.” I kept my voice level, clinical, because if I let it become personal, i was going to break down and that was the last thing that i wanted.
“At BloodMoon General. James’s pediatric appointment that day–the one he mentioned in the corridor–that was Theo. I’ve confirmed it through admissions records.”
Silence. He didnt reply to that, either he had nothing to say or he wanted me to keep speaking.
“He was here,” I continued. “He was one floor above where I was working. And I stood in that corridor and talked to James about a child grieving a dead parent, and I didn’t know it was my son, and James didn’t know I was his mother.” I stopped for a moment, steadied myself. “I’m not calling because I want you to fix that. I’m calling because if I’d known he was here–if Voss’s people have access to hospital records and were watching who was treated and by whom–they would have seen James’s appointment. They would have had the opportunity to confirm that Theo was in the city. To take blood, to test for lineage, to confirm what they suspected about his inheritance.”
Another silence, this one longer.
“Lucian, i have been thinking about this and i am slowly putting together a picture but from what i have already pieced together, it is not looking good” I said.
“Someone triggered Louis’s curse to observe me treating him. That’s something that we have established. What if the pediatric appointment wasn’t random? What if Theo being brought to this specific hospital was arranged? What if the referral to Dr. Wright at BloodMoon General was engineered rather than coincidental? That all this was planned but i do not know how yet but somehow they were able to get theo here in this hospital”
I heard Rivera exhale slowly. “You think Voss’s people influenced which hospital Matthew chose for Theo’s assessment.”
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“I think it’s worth considering. Because the alternative–that Theo happened to end up in my hospital by coincidence, right when Voss was actively looking for curse–breaker bloodline confirmation doesn’t hold well because everything falls apart and we won’t have a case.”
I looked at my notes. “Sloane Fisher made the referral. She chose BloodMoon General specifically. What do we know about Dr. Fisher?”
“I’ll call Klaus.” Rivera’s voice had shifted into that tone that screamed he was locked onto this and wasn’t backing down until he found an answer that satisfied him. i could hear hinm moving, already putting pieces in motion. “Bianca-”
“I know,” I said. “I know there’s more you want to say. But right now I need you to get Klaus to investigate Fisher and the referral chain, and I need to know within the next few hours because if Voss’s people confirmed Theo’s bloodline during that appointment, they have everything they need. They’re not still building toward the ritual–they’re ready to complete it.”
“Bianca.” His voice was careful. “There’s something else I need to tell you. Something I should have–I’ve been holding back information, and I need to stop doing that.”
I waited.
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