world so I can see why someone serious about breaking into the business would look our way. But resumes very rarely make it to my personal e-mail and they’re almost never followed up by a video delivered right to my front door.”
“You never told us about a video,” Cole Linden, Central Zone Faction Leader interrupted. “It must have had tits and ass in it for you to keep quiet.”
“Don’t be crass, Linden,” Jace shot back. “I didn’t say anything because there was nothing to report. I just found it odd that all her information was coming straight to me. When my assistant checked with others throughout the agency, none of them reported receiving the same submission. We all know there’s no such thing as coincidence.”
“How does any of that relate to Boden?” Nivea asked, receiving surprised looks from everyone in the room.
Everyone except for Caprise, who was barely hiding her knowing smirk. Eli frowned, because he didn’t like Nivea being the center of attention, for any reason.
Bas, Cole, and Jace were all on speakerphone so they couldn’t see who had asked the question.
“She’s right,” Kalina interjected. “That doesn’t sound like it relates to Boden at all.”
A throat was cleared but Eli couldn’t tell which one of the FLs on the other end of the speaker it was.
“My grandparents spent their later years traveling the globe, visiting all of the rain forests that had become home to Shadow tribes. During the time they were in the Sierra Leone rain forest they heard of a grand love affair, the rejoining of the tribes some had called it because it was a Topètenia and a Lormenia, ” Jace told them. “When my grandmother finally had a chance to see this couple she couldn’t believe it. Boden was mated to Acacia, the daughter of the Lormenian leader, Teodoro.”
There was an audible gasp from somewhere at the other end of the room and Eli saw Ezra’s lips going thin, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He was glad to have the safety of his sunglasses. Nobody could see his surprise or possibly, the anger that was growing within him, without access to his eyes. He stood with his legs slightly spread, hands fisted in front of him, a rush of emotion swirling around like a growing storm inside.
“Wait a minute.” X spoke up this time. “You’re saying that your grandmother had proof that Boden was alive years ago and never thought to tell anyone?”
“She told my mother, who assumed her mother was going senile or something, possibly suffering from some disease she’d picked up throughout her travels. She dismissed the rantings of an old woman who wanted things between the shifters to be like in the old days. My mother didn’t speak of it because she feared the Elders may have hunted down her mother, issuing the same death sentence they had to Boden.”
“That would not have happened,” Elder Alamar spoke up.
He didn’t usually attend these meetings but after Eli and Nivea had brought the phone back to Rome, the Assembly Leader had called in everyone immediately.
“We did not take killing our own lightly,” the normally quiet shifter said.
“But you would kill them!” Jace yelled. “If you saw fit you would kill them because you thought you knew best who should live and who should die.”
“Calm down,” Rome stated evenly, yet dominantly. “We cannot erase the past. The Elders of the Gungi ruled the way they deemed appropriate. We will do differently because we now know more.”
“So if Boden wasn’t killed when he was supposed to be, instead taking refuge in the Sierra Leone rain forest and falling in love with the tiger princess, why is he here now and how is that tramp Bianca connected?” Kalina asked.
“At the end of Bianca’s video there was the Topètenia insignia intertwined with that of the Lormenia and the Bosinia, Croesteriia, and Serfins. I’d already known Bianca was a shifter but I was curious when I saw this so I did some background on her. That’s