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?”

closes his eyes again. “Ian is sending me a picture, right now,” he

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

eyes open and he bites his lip. “She is happy,” he says, “but…she has a bruise on

narrowing in determination. Whoever hurt her – he’s going

say something else but then shuts his eyes again.

moment passes, everyone at the table

just telling me that they

“Can you

try. It is harder – I

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

and then, about a few minutes later, picks up his fork and starts eating again. Everyone at the table just stares

pot roast. “What?” he

it?” Bridgette asks,

and a shrug. “I think

back in his chair, worried and relieved at once. It was good to know that she was safe, happy –

he says seriously. “Think closely about the image that he sent you. Do you have any clues that tell you where they

away and Victor knows,

his full formidable attention on his son. “Please. Tell me what you

on his plate with his

table before Rafe speaks.

at his uncle. “No,” Alvin

anyway,”

Slowly, Alvin nods.

his logic faulty but, perhaps, technically true. “Ian

hesitates again but Victor leans

do anything bad

was there before, mommy doesn’t know this, but we were allowed

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

old bedroom. And the blanket that mommy had over her head in the picture?” Alvin looks around at everyone, making sure they know what he’s talking

Victor nods once.

as the comforter

Victor says, his voice

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