Page 3 of Plain Sight

It can’t be anybody else’s baby, because I’ve been fucking Lily since I stole her from that parking lot. She’s only been out of my sight for a handful of hours.

It’s mine.

It’s mine.

I don’t have a heartbeat or two brain cells to fire together until somebody says oh, Jameson.

It’s Remy.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

“Jameson.” My sister puts her hand on my arm. “Jameson, we’ll—we’ll find her. It’ll be okay. She can’t have gone that far. It’s only been a little while, and⁠—”

My fingers open and let the test fall into Lily’s purse without my input. I’m barely conscious of bending to kiss the top of Remy’s head. Her updo flickers into fine six-year-old curls as I stand up, but I spare an extra second to stare it down.

We’re not there. We’re here.

“I’ll be back.”

“Jameson, wait.”

I’m almost at the door. “This was locked, wasn’t it? You said it was locked.”

Gabriel appears in the door, his cheeks flushed. He must’ve run here, too. Elise is with him in a pink dress the same color as Remy’s.

“It was.” Elise leans past Gabriel, her hand on his arm. “It was locked from the inside.”

“Then where did she⁠—”

“There’s another door,” Remy says.

More voices blur behind me. What they’re saying is none of my business. I follow Remy through the bridal suite to a narrow hallway I didn’t see before. There’s a door at the opposite end. I’m there, shoving my hands against the push bar, in what feels like no time and forever.

On a square patch of lawn next to the cathedral, a row of security guys stands back from what looks like a heated argument.

August signs at the speed of light, but he’s not signing to his brother. He’s signing to Hades’s brother Poseidon, who’s windblown again even though we were all standing at the front of the cathedral five minutes ago.

“But—” Julien says from off August’s left shoulder.

August shakes his head. He signs something—fingers in Vs, one hand over the other, palms knocking together fast and irritated, followed by a sharp pinching motion. He does that three times in a row, then picks up his camera and spins it so the screen on the back is in Poseidon’s face, still signing with his left hand.

“Okay. Okay,” Poseidon answers. “Calm your tits, Augie. I fucking heard you. What I’m saying is⁠—”

August signs something aggressive-looking directly into Poseidon’s face.

Poseidon signs back with big eyes.

Very fucking distantly, I’m impressed. Poseidon’s taller than August, with more tattoos and more muscles. I’d put money on him doing some real ocean-style pirating. So either August knows him exceptionally well or he’s just extremely ballsy. And I didn’t know Poseidon could sign.

I’m almost level with them, charging away from the cathedral with no plan except vengeance, when Poseidon catches me by the arm. Gabriel jogs up next to me a second later.

“I’m going after her,” I shout at all of them.

August’s hands are moving in my peripheral vision.

“Not without a crew, you’re not,” Poseidon says.

“Yes, without a crew. I don’t give a fuck⁠—”