Chapter 39 Finn Novels & Stories

I hear from the conversation next to us. One glance tells me all I need—Finn left every detail of our situation, my situation, until he could explain them to his Beta in person. Elian looks me up and down, wide-eyed. Am I going to have to worry about another man fretting over me as if I’ve become a delicate flower overnight? I shoot Elian a rude gesture and a wink. He blinks, then responds in kind. Perhaps Finn has something to learn from his Beta. “And the days in the forest?” I ask Vedran.

His usual permanent grin had been replaced with a melancholy look as we rode the rails to our destination. I lean across the cab and as quietly as possible I ask, “You good man?” Slowly Finn turns his head, his violet eyes dull, and the corner of his lips turned down. “Old memories.” He says just as quietly as I asked but with a flat tone. At first, I thought he meant from when he and Mathias had ventured to Andora to face Aodh thinking together they could defeat the god of the underworld, except, unfortunately, they had their asses handed to them as I heard.

None appeared connected, yet somehow, they led back to one network, one hidden hand behind everything. The deeper I looked, the worse it became. The documents contained powerful and notable figures, too. Alliances. Whoever this Stone was, he was heavily and fiercely backed. I flipped through till I stopped at a name. Finn. My hands stopped. I thought it could just be a coincidence. There are thousands of Finns in the world, so I turned to the next page. The investigator looked at me carefully. “We can stop here.” I closed the document slowly and walked toward the window, looking into space.