Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 169 – Mobilizing the Forces

“Don’t give Alvin any details, please,” Evelyn says, considering her request that Ian contact his twin. “Just…tell him we’re okay?”

Ian nods, closing his eyes and concentrating, a little frown on his face. Evelyn waits patiently, trying to keep even her breathing quiet, working hard not to interrupt.

A few minutes later, Ian opens his eyes, continuing to frown. “It’s…harder,” he says, thinking it over. “Even harder than when we were far away. I guess it is grandpapa telling me not to. But it’s still there – like talking to him underwater. We can send images and feelings, but…not words anymore.”

Evelyn nods, biting her lip. Not that Ian talking to Alvin was an important part of her strategy but…well. It’s another resource not at their disposal.

“I send him a picture of you, just like this,” Ian says, putting out a finger to touch her face, indicating the blanket pulled up over their heads, “so he sees us now, but he won’t know where we are.”

Evelyn bites her lip at that. “Did he…did he see my black eye?”

“Oh,” Ian says, frowning, as if he just thought of it. “Yes, I’m sorry. That was part of the image, but I don’t really notice it anymore.”

Evelyn nods, accepting it. “It’s okay,” she says, giving him a smile.

“I also told him that we love him.” Ian says seriously, and Evelyn’s smile broadens.

“That was good of you,” she says. “I want him to know, every day, that I love him so much.”

“He sent a message back,” Ian says. “He says…he says he loves you too. And so does daddy. And that he’s sorry and is trying very hard to find you.”

Evelyn bites her lip at this, closing her eyes, trying to keep the pain off of her face.

She wants to believe it. So, so much.

At the dinner table, Alvin suddenly drops his fork.

Victor’s attention is immediately on him, though it takes Rafe and Bridgette a minute to notice that something is going on.

Alvin closes his eyes, almost holding his breath in concentration. Rafe opens his mouth to ask what’s happening, but Victor holds up his hand, a plea for silence.

A few minutes later, Alvin opens his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m talking to Ian,” he says quietly, his face tired. “But it is…harder. There is something in the way, blocking us.”

“Do you have any idea what it is?” Victor asks, “or any idea where they are?”

“Ian is sending me a picture, right now,” he says, very quiet. “It’s of mama…she’s under

to continue, but Alvin just concentrates. After a moment, Victor can’t help himself. “Is she

he bites his lip. “She is happy,” he says, “but…she has a

his eyes narrowing in determination. Whoever hurt

shuts his eyes again. “Ian is sending something else. Just…just a feeling this

at

smile. “Ian is just telling

Victor says, hesitating. “Can you send

is harder – I

please, tell them that we love them too. That I’m looking for

picks up his fork and starts eating

around, chewing his pot

it?”

a big smile and a

at once. It was good to know that she was safe, happy – but god damnit, where was she? And who

closely about the image that he sent you. Do you have

and looks away and Victor knows,

seriously, turning his full formidable attention on his son.

food around on his plate with his fork. “Mama doesn’t want

at the table before Rafe speaks. “Well,” he says. “Did

his uncle.

know anyway,” Victor says

Slowly, Alvin nods.

it’s not wrong to tell us,” Rafe says, his logic faulty but, perhaps, technically true. “Ian didn’t

but Victor leans

going to do anything bad with the information. I just want

turns his face up to meet his fathers. “Well,” he says, “when I was there before, mommy doesn’t know this, but we were allowed to look around

in his stomach. He

grandmama showed us her old bedroom. And the blanket that mommy had over her head in the picture?” Alvin looks around at everyone, making sure they know what

Victor nods once.

down at his plate. “It’s the same as the comforter that was on her bed. When she was a little

says, his voice

ashamed of himself, Alvin nods, conflicted about his choice