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?”

a picture, right now,” he says,

just concentrates. After a moment, Victor can’t help

happy,” he says, “but…she has a

whole body goes cold at this, his eyes narrowing in determination. Whoever hurt her – he’s going

then shuts his eyes again. “Ian

everyone at the table

Alvin says, giving a little smile. “Ian is just telling me that they love me. That

Victor says, hesitating. “Can you send a

harder – I don’t know what

you can do. But please, tell them that we love

later, picks up his fork and starts eating

chewing his pot roast. “What?”

you…send it?” Bridgette asks,

smile and a shrug. “I think he got

once. It was good to know that she was

sent you. Do you have any clues that tell you where they

and looks away and Victor knows, instantly, that

formidable attention on his son. “Please. Tell me

Alvin says, pushing the food around on his plate with his fork.

before Rafe speaks. “Well,” he says. “Did

eyes at his uncle. “No,” Alvin says. “He

you know anyway,” Victor

Slowly, Alvin nods.

perhaps, technically true. “Ian didn’t break his promise to your

again but Victor leans

“You know I’m not going to do anything bad with the information. I just want to

“Well,” he says, “when I was there before, mommy doesn’t know this, but we

form in his stomach. He starts to intuit himself where

grandmama showed us her old bedroom. And the blanket that mommy had over her head in the picture?” Alvin looks around at

Victor nods once.

his plate. “It’s the same as the comforter that was on

Victor says,

nods, conflicted about his choice to tell