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?”

is sending me a picture, right now,” he says, very quiet.

holds his breath, waiting for Alvin to continue, but Alvin just concentrates.

bites his lip. “She is happy,” he says,

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

his eyes again. “Ian is sending

at

smile. “Ian is just telling me that they

says, hesitating. “Can you send a

“I can try. It is harder – I don’t

please, tell them that we love

a few minutes later, picks up his fork and

pot roast. “What?” he asks,

you…send it?”

big smile and a shrug. “I think he got it.

and relieved at once. It was good to know that she was safe, happy – but

about the image that he sent

looks away and Victor knows,

seriously, turning his full formidable attention

around on his plate

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

darts his eyes at his

know anyway,” Victor

Slowly, Alvin nods.

Rafe says, his logic faulty but, perhaps, technically true.

again but Victor leans

anything bad with the information. I just want to help

meet his fathers. “Well,” he says, “when I was there before, mommy doesn’t know this, but we were

knot beginning to form in his stomach. He starts to intuit himself where this is

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.

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

Victor says, his voice

a little ashamed of himself, Alvin nods, conflicted about his choice to