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Even Logan looked uncertain as his eyes moved over the pages Emery had pulled from the folder. “Lab <b>tests</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>he asked, his brow furrowed.
Emery scanned the documents again. They weren’t simple medical checkups. They were detailed reports, blood panels, DNA sequencing, metabolic screenings, neurological evaluations. She spotted terms like Complete Blood Count, Basic Metabolic Panel, Chromosome Analysis, and even EEG results that charted brain activity.
Her stomach twisted. “I-” She faltered, the words catching in her throat. She couldn’t remember ever doing tests like these. As a child, she didn’t recall hospital visits beyond the asional cold or fever. No blood draws, no wires stuck to her head, no hours spent in sterile rooms.
Emery pressed a hand against the page, trying to piece it together. “I don’t remember any of this. I’ve never been to a hospital for these tests… not once.”
Logan looked at the tests again, then he nodded. “Let me help you with those. First, let’s get out of here.”
Emery nodded and passed the folders and papers into Logan’s hands, her thoughts still tangled by what she had read. She turned back to the safe, intending to shut it, but something at the far corner caught her eye.
It was small, tucked so tightly into the edge that she almost missed it. Reaching in, she pulled it out and held it to the light. A pendant.
The stone was smooth and green, resembling jade, though she couldn’t be sure. It had been carved into the shape of an unusual flower, one she didn’t recognize. The petals were uneven, stylized in a way that suggested it was meant to symbolize something, though she had no idea what.
Her chest tightened. Could this be from her mother? The thought came unbidden, and before she could stop herself, she slipped it into her hand as though it already belonged to her.
She ran her fingers once more along the inside of the safe, checking every corner and surface to make sure nothing else had been hidden. Satisfied it was empty, she finally closed the heavy door with a soft click.
The ride back was quiet. Emery sat with the folders on herp and the pendant curled in her fist, thumb rubbing the carved petals over and over. Beside her, Logan stared out the window, jaw set, saying nothing. It felt like both of them were thinking the same thing but choosing not to say it in the car.
When they reached the vi, Logan took the papers from her. “It’s been a long day. Rest first,” he said. “We can go through everything tomorrow.”
Emery nodded, then hesitated. “Why do you think they did all those tests? Was it because my father thought I had… something? Maybe a disease my mother passed on?” It was the only exnation that seemed reasonable. No photos, no letters, justbs. Did he choose to stay away from her because she has some weird illness?
Logan met her eyes. “I don’t know,” he said inly. “But it looks like they were trying to find something. Not routine screening. We’ll ask someone who can read between the lines.”
“Who?”
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“Dr. Morrow,” he answered. “Tomorrow we’ll sit down with him and go through every page<b>.</b>”
Emery looked down at the pendant again. “Alright.”
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Logan moved the folders to his study, then returned and handed her a ss of water. “Sleep. I’ll have the scans and reports digitized tonight so he can review them in advance.”
She nodded. The fatigue from the hospital and the safe, and everything that came with both, finally hit her. She slipped the pendant into her pocket, almost protective of it. “Logan… if those tests were looking for something inherited, then our child-”
“We’ll get answers,” he said. “Not guesses.” Then he held her wrist. “Don’t worry about it. Our child has my blood. Even if it’s an inherited illness, my blood should be strong enough to fight it.”
Emery nodded. Still, she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. “Thank you.”
In response, he pulled her, leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Rest. You will get answers tomorrow.”
Emery exhaled. “Tomorrow with Dr. Morrow.”
“Tomorrow,” he confirmed. “For now–bed.”
She didn’t argue. On her way down the hall, she touched the pendant again.
Meanwhile, Logan walked into his study and was not surprised to see a person inside. “d you coulde,” he said as he closed the door.
“I had to. Your text seemed a little- “Sebastian Ward eyed Logan. “I heard about your wife’s father. If you need my help, you can just tell me over the phone. Why did you have to-
“Emery might not be human,” Logan suddenly said. Just as he expected, Sebastian froze.
“Pardon?” he asked. “I thought you said- ”
“I think the reason why she was able to survive the pregnancy is because she’s not human,” Logan said.
Logan leaned back against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, watching Sebastian carefully. “Until now, we haven’t been able to find a single piece of real information about Emery’s mother. All we know is that she worked as an actress. No records of her family, no past addresses, nothing. At first, I assumed it was Adam Be who had everything wiped. The Bes have money and reach. If they wanted someone erased, it could be done.”
Sebastian flipped open the folder Logan handed him. “And now?”
Logan’s jaw tightened, “Now I think it wasn’t just the Bes,”
Sebastian skimmed through theb results. At first, his brows only creased slightly. But the further down the page his eyes traveled, the more his expression hardened. His lips thinned, and by the time he looked up, his
face had lost <b>all </b>trace of casualness<b>. </b>
“Gene YL?<b>” </b><b>he </b>asked slowly.
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Logan gave a single nod. “It was marked three times in her files. She carries it.”
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Sebastian’s fingers tightened slightly on the folder. Gene YL. The notation jumped off the page at him. He didn’t need Logan to exin it, he already knew what it meant. Every supernatural being, from werewolves to others whispered about in their world, carried that marker. It was the single gic thread that separated them from ordinary humans.
Most of humanity had no idea it even existed. A few had stumbled too close to the truth over the centuries, but that kind of knowledge was dangerous. It would never be allowed to spread. That was why men like Logan existed, to guard the secret, to ensure the line between human and supernatural never blurred in the eyes of the public.
And now Emery… Adam Be’s daughter, the woman Logan had imed as his own… carried that gene.
Sebastian shut the folder halfway, as if trying to process the weight of what he’d just read. “That means she’s supernatural. But we were able to confirm that she’s not a werewolf either.”
“No,” Logan agreed, his voice low.
Sebastian leaned forward, pressing his hand against the folder. “Then what the hell is she?”
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