Shoulder the Skye (Skye Druids #2)(57)
Author: Donna Grant

 

“Then why run?”

 

“Because he’s being framed!” Elodie hadn’t meant to yell, but she didn’t think she needed to spell this out to her sister, of all people.

 

Edie dabbed at the corners of her mouth. “We don’t know the facts of the case. We don’t know the evidence.”

 

“We know our brother.”

 

“Do you, though? Do you know Elias? Do you know who his friends are? What about his favorite food? What about the name of the company he works for? Because I don’t know any of that.”

 

Elodie blew out a breath. “He’s our brother.”

 

“That doesn’t make him innocent.”

 

“I may not know the answers to your questions, but I know Elias has a good heart. He was here for me when I needed him.”

 

Edie’s gaze intensified. “Oh? And what did you need him for?”

 

Damn. She’d nearly said too much. Thankfully, Elodie had something to fall back on. “I told you the mist came for me and Scott. It nearly killed us both.”

 

“Aye, and how Elias happened to arrive at the right time to help.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Edie tossed down her napkin and got to her feet. “I’ve been battling a headache. I need to lie down before I get the kids.”

 

“Let me help you clean up then,” Elodie offered.

 

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine.”

 

Elodie had never been ushered out of her sister’s house before. As she drove back to the cottage, she thought over the conversation. Something had upset Edie, and Elodie was beginning to think it was Elias. Or was it her, and Edie couldn’t say, so she blamed it on their brother?

 

As Elodie drove past the police station, she spotted Theo Frasier climbing out of his vehicle. She pulled into the lot and rolled down her window as she stopped the car near him.

 

“Hey, Theo.”

 

He looked drained as he stuffed his hands into his coat to brace against the wind. “What can I do for you?”

 

“I wondered if I could come inside and have you show me the evidence you have against my brother.”

 

He looked away, shaking his head. “I can no’ share anything in an ongoing investigation.”

 

“Elias isn’t a killer,” she insisted.

 

Theo briefly closed his eyes. “Right now, I just want to talk to him. Let him know that, please.”

 

“He said it wasn’t him.”

 

Theo’s dark eyes jerked to her, narrowing slightly. “When did he say that?”

 

“In an email.”

 

“When were you going to tell me about that?”

 

She clenched the steering wheel anxiously. “I just did.”

 

“Bloody hell, Elodie,” he said, half-turning away. He swung his head to her. “I need to see it. Immediately.”

 

She pulled out her mobile and opened her inbox. Then she handed the device to Theo. “There it is.”

 

He read the short email twice and then sent it to himself. He handed the mobile back as a smattering of rain pelted him. “We will find him. I’d hate to charge you with obstructing an investigation.”

 

“I gave you the email,” she reminded him.

 

His lips flattened. “So you did. Doona wait next time you hear from him.”

 

“You have to think it odd that George came here accusing Elias.”

 

Theo ran a hand over his mouth wearily. “I think a lot is odd right now. Please convince your brother to talk to me.”

 

“He’s not talking because he doesn’t think anyone will listen to him. At least that’s my thought.”

 

“Get him to come in, Elodie. Please.”

 

Theo turned and walked away. She watched him for a moment before she rolled up the window. As her wipers cleared the windscreen, she saw a man and a woman sitting in a car, watching her. Something about them made a chill run down her spine.

 

Elodie hadn’t been to Hell and back to lose her family now. She’d do whatever she had to in order to prove her brother’s innocence.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

 

 

 

 

 

So much had changed. Bronwyn wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She couldn’t say she had gotten used to being alone because did one ever really get used to that? But she had accepted it.

 

Then, before she knew it, Elias was in her life, and she was spilling all her secrets. She still couldn’t understand why she had done that. Perhaps, subconsciously, she had known there was something between them, something that went deeper than just physical attraction. Or she could just be bullshitting herself about that reasoning. She really couldn’t tell anymore.

 

Because she had put Elias and the other Knights in the space between dimensions without hesitation. Maybe she had lost her mind. That sounded plausible. If she had gone daft, how would she know? She had been alone. Now, with others around, it was finally coming to light. It was the only explanation.

 

“Bloody hell,” Finn said, his eyes wide with awe as he walked back into their dimension. “That was...”

 

Carlyle quirked a brow in a very British-aristocrat way as he paused beside her. “You’ve left him speechless. I didn’t think it could happen.”

 

“Damn, girl,” Sabryn replied. “That was amazing. You could’ve warned us you had that kind of power.”

 

All Bronwyn could do was look at them in confusion. No one mentioned Beth. Yet. The questions were coming. She knew it.

 

Elias was the last to exit. He said nothing, but he didn’t need to. It was all in his eyes. The way the bright blue depths studied her, silently questioning. She hadn’t wanted to fight with him. She had only done what she thought she needed to do—and it had all been for nothing. It seemed the Knights weren’t going anywhere.

 

She had to admit she felt a measure of relief knowing she wouldn’t have to face Sydney alone. Her father hadn’t been prepared for the encounter. But the Knights were another matter entirely. If she didn’t have to end Sydney’s life, at least she had saved herself from that.