All Chapters of His Mate, My Spy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Zane pushed the door open with more force than necessary, his voice arriving before he fully stepped inside.“Seriously, what was so important that you had to drag me back for this?”He walked in, keys still in his hand, the energy around him restless and unbothered in the way it usually was. “I had just gotten there,” he continued, his tone carrying the frustration he hadn’t bothered to hide. “It was supposed to be a full weekend. My friends are already complaining, and I haven’t even….”His words slowed as he moved further into the cabin.His eyes landed on Damien.“Oh,” he said, a small shift in his expression as recognition settled in. “You came yourself.”He let out a short breath, shaking his head as he stepped further into the room. “Let me guess,” he added, glancing between the two of them. “You told him I took your jet without asking, didn’t you? You’ve been complaining about it since ….”“Zane.”Their father’s voice cut through the moment, steady and firm in a way that didn’

Zane’s gaze stayed on Emily long after she greeted him.He did not respond, not because he meant to ignore her, but because something in him had already narrowed its focus. He was trying to find it—the familiarity, the instinct, the quiet pull he had always been told would exist between blood that had once been bound together.He found nothing.He searched again, more deliberately this time, letting his senses reach further, brushing past what was visible, trying to feel what could not be seen. There was no recognition, no echo, no trace of the girl he had spent years trying to find.It didn’t make sense.He could sense power in others. He always had. It was never something he needed to think about. It simply existed, present and unmistakable.But with her….There was nothing.His thoughts tightened around that absence as Damien’s voice continued somewhere in the background, speaking to her, explaining something Zane did not fully hear. The words reached him, but they did not settle.

Emily paced.Her steps moved from one end of the living room to the other, steady at first, then uneven, then steady again as if she kept catching herself and forcing control back into her body. One hand pressed against her shoulder where the fabric had torn, her fingers curling slightly into the skin as though grounding herself there would keep everything else from slipping further.“I know her,” she murmured under her breath, the words coming out low and continuous, like she was afraid that stopping would make the thought disappear. “I’ve seen her… I’ve seen her so many times.”She turned abruptly, pacing back the other way, her eyes unfocused, caught somewhere between the room she stood in and something else entirely.“It wasn’t a dream,” she said again, a little louder this time. “It couldn’t have been a dream.”On the couch across from her, Zane shifted forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched her. His gaze followed her movements closely, searching, measuring, tryin

Damien’s hands rested firmly on the wheel, his focus fixed on the road, his posture composed in a way that made everything around him feel controlled, even when the silence inside the car carried weight.The car cut through the narrow road with steady speed, gravel shifting under the tires as the headlights stretched ahead into the dark. Emily sat in the passenger seat, her fingers loosely wrapped around the edge of her sleeve, twisting the fabric slightly without realizing it. Her gaze stayed forward at first, following the line of the road, then shifted to the window, where trees passed in blurred shadows.Zane sat at the back, leaning slightly forward with his arms resting on his knees, his attention moving between the two of them. He had said very little since they left the house, but his presence fi

Emily clutched Damien’s hand as the smoke thickened around them, her fingers tightening with each breath that came shorter than the last. The air pressed against her chest, warm and heavy, and for a moment the room around her blurred into something else entirely.“I can hear them,” she said, her voice trembling as her gaze shifted past the walls of the cabin, past the present, into something that felt too close to memory.Zane stood near the broken window, his head slightly tilted as if listening to something far beyond the ordinary.“There are eight,” he said. “Maybe nine. Their heartbeats are steady. They’re moving in formation.”Damien’s grip on Emily’s hand tightened slightly.“Can we take them?” he asked.Zane’s lips curved faintly, something confident settling into his stance.“Easily.”Damien nodded once, then turned toward Rafael.“Take care of her,” he said.Rafael stepped forward immediately, his hand replacing Damien’s, his touch steady and grounding.“Come with me,” he sai