Chapter 165

XANDER

"I know where he is," Carlson says out of the blue. He has been quiet for about five minutes and I was reveling in it but that gives me a pause. I look up at him, his eyes are fixed on the ceiling like he is seeing a prophesy or some shit up there.

"What?" I ask, because I can't be sure what he said is right. If he knew where his father was all this while, why is he just telling me? I sit up and push the papers that are littered on my desk out of the way.

"Jameson, I know where he is." He repeats, this time he looks at me and there is something hollow in his eyes that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. That is certainly a reaction I never thought he could get out of me.

"Where is he?" I could have asked a million other things, why he looked like that and how he found out. Those aren't important to me, the need to find whoever had a hand in the death of my mate and make them regret ever being