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He had to be, didn’t he? Why else would he have disappeared out of the blue after she texted him the photo of him and her uncle?
She pressed her forehead to the cold glass pane, remembering their brief kiss, and fought the yin and yang emotions that came whenever she allowed herself to really think about Chase. Sentiments she spent a lot of energy denying, but that in brief moments, like right now, she couldn’t refute.
That damn bond had emotionally tied her to him. Not that it changed anything.
Was Chase smart enough to know that no matter what feelings she might harbor for him, given the choice between him and her father, her father would win? It would probably be like ripping her heart out. But who needed a heart? The dang organ just caused problems.
* * *
Chase walked into a house in one of Houston’s middle-class suburban neighborhoods. Eddie had recently rented it under the name Jacob Mackey. He’d taken a month off from his position as a research scientist—a job the Vampire Council provided him. The position had saved not only his own life, but Chase’s, and Della’s, and those of about twenty other vampires who had gone through the rebirth stage in the last five years. Eddie was the doctor and scientist who had discovered the transfusion treatment, along with numerous lifesaving procedures that had helped their kind and others.
Not only was Eddie dedicated to providing better health care for the vampire species, but he’d been Chase’s surrogate father since the plane crash. Then when Chase went through the rebirth, he’d willingly bonded with him. Chase owed him. And more importantly he loved him. Not that they expressed endearments, but actions spoke louder than words.
Which was why this was all going to be so difficult.
Chase moved into the living room, where Eddie sat in his old brown recliner—the only piece of furniture that he moved with him whenever he relocated. On the end table was the framed photo that also went with him. Kirsha. Eddie’s bond mate that had died only a year after they’d been together.
Baxter came running and nudged Chase’s leg with his nose.
Eddie held a newspaper in his hands, and only when Chase dropped down on the sofa did Eddie look up.
He studied Chase. Eddie could read him so well, it was pointless to try and hide anything. Not that Eddie hadn’t ever had secrets from him. Until Della had told him about Bao Yu, he hadn’t known about the murder.
“What’s got your eyes so bright, son?”
“Chao Tsang, your twin. Perhaps you have it wrong. Maybe he did kill your sister.”
Eddie sat up, lowering the recliner with a firm thump. His expression was serious. “That’s ridiculous. I told you what happened. We find Douglas Stone and we’ll have our proof.”