Chapter 250

Sebastian’s POV

“You’ve got to give me something, Graves… anything at this point.” I worked hard to keep my tone even, fighting the urge to explode. This whole situation was incredibly frustrating. We still hadn’t found Thea’s attacker. The uncertainty was gnawing at my sanity. That bastard was still out there, walking free as if he hadn’t tried to hurt the woman I loved.

Every time Thea or I left the house, worry consumed me. I couldn’t shake the obsessive thoughts: What if someone hurt her while she was home alone? What if she was attacked while out?

Despite having my best guards and Graves’ men monitoring and protecting her, I couldn’t shake the anxiety, especially given what happened last time.

“You’re not the only one frustrated with this fucking situation,” Graves snapped, his irritation evident. “But I’ve tried everything to find this guy and I’ve come up with nothing. I can’t even find a trace of the car they used.”

I frowned, considering his words. Normally I would have snapped back, but his statement startled me.

“That’s impossible, isn’t it? How can there be no record or evidence of the car?” I asked. “Unless those bastards burned it afterward.”

It was the only explanation that made sense. We’d been working closely together, but no leads pointed in the right direction. My men couldn’t find anything, and neither could his. The police weren’t making any headway either.

“That’s what I’m thinking too,” he replied coldly.

I wasn’t a man easily scared, but the situation was deeply unsettling.

“So what do we do now?” he asked after a moment of silence. It was a question I’d been asking myself.

“We wait, because whoever they are, they’ll slip up eventually. When they do, we’ll catch them.”

My thoughts drifted to Thea. Every minute of every day, I thought about her. I wasn’t ashamed to admit how much power she held over me.

“By the way, I need a personal favor,” Graves interrupted, pulling me back to reality.

I leaned forward, gripping my phone, curious about what “personal favor” Graves needed. In some ways, we were similar. Like me, he wouldn’t ask for help unless absolutely necessary.

“What is it?”

“I need Sophia’s address,” he stated flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.

I leaned back, a smile forming. So I hadn’t been wrong that day at the hospital. There was definitely something between them. It was obvious from the way they’d looked at each other—like magnets, unable to tear their eyes away.

“Can’t you just have someone look it up? I’m sure your men wouldn’t take long to find whatever address you want.” Men with our position and influence can always get what we want. Finding information doesn’t require much digging. Which made me more curious about why he was asking me.

“Yes, but I want to do this right. She’s my mate, Sebastian. I felt it the moment I saw her at the hospital,” he admitted, his voice suddenly less guarded. “My wolf’s been going crazy since then. But somehow, I don’t think Sophia would appreciate someone digging into her life out of nowhere.” He exhaled deeply, like he was battling his instincts. “This is the better course of action. If I show up at her door and she asks how I got her address, I can just say you gave it to me since she’s friends with Thea.”

“Are you serious? You want Thea to castrate me? Especially if she finds out you’re the fucking underground king in these parts. This shit isn’t right.” I stood up, growling.

I was pretty damn sure Sophia would tell Iris… and while Thea might not remember much about Graves, Iris would definitely fill her in, because that she-wolf didn’t know how to keep a secret to save her life.

“That’s rich coming from a man who’s still deceiving Thea into believing you’re still happily married,” he mocked, then hung up. That hit too close to home.

Sighing, I looked around my office, wondering why the hell I was still here so late. Graves was right; I was a fucking hypocrite talking about right and wrong when I was still lying to Thea.