Claire moved closer to Nate, resting her hand on his arm. “I’m not exactly sure where to start. Most of it isn’t my story.”
Nate faced Claire. “It’s his?” He nodded towards Roy.
She let her breath out slowly, trying to push away the feeling that was similar to the one she’d felt when fighting Linden. Her hand tightened on Nate’s arm, unable to grip it properly, struggling not to change forms. Her gaze was drawn to Roy. “What changed? You said I should be okay.”
“I think Wayne and Stanley have more friends in Brisbane than I thought.”
“What about Tobiah?”
“I looked through all the photos Uncle Amos took and he wasn’t in a single one of them.”
“What photos?”
“Of those watching my house and the other location.”
Sound and smell rushed in on her and a growl escaped. They weren’t going t
