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“That’s a good point,” Raiden agrees. “We have the list that Neith got from Dimitri with the places that Casimir goes to that we need to check out as well.”

“We can get Ty to get some teams to stake the places out, there’s a very slim chance that he’s going to be at any of them,” Griff replies.

Evander pulls out his phone, “I’ll give him the heads up now and send the list over to him so everything can be put in place quickly.”

“What else do we need to sort out before we have to go?” I ask with a frown.

“The blood samples,” Reed frowns as he looks at Doc and Ransom.

“I’ve got samples from both the supernatural yesterday and obviously Dimitri,” Doc says. “But there is absolutely no way that Ransom is going to be able to do his thing before tomorrow afternoon. It’s dinner time now.”

Ransom shakes his head, “There’s absolutely no chance that I could do it. I’ve got to sort the wards out still as well, and I need my lab for that.”

“Can we take it with us?” I ask. “Obviously not the whole room, but the bits that you need?”

Ransom frowns slightly, “It’s not going to be easy, but I’m going to have to figure out a way to do it. The wards and the bloods need to be done as soon as possible, they aren’t going to wait until we get back from Ireland. Especially since we don’t know how long we’re going to be there for.”

“I’m going to have to do the same with the books,” Raiden says suddenly.

“Don’t forget, I can bring people back here to grab things if we need them. This isn’t a permanent thing. It’s not like we go to Ireland, and we can’t come back to the house again,” Doc reminds us all.

I don’t know why we were all behaving like we couldn’t come back here if we needed to, but I’m going to put it down to the fact that the last time that we were talking about leaving, it was to go to the Choosing, and we couldn’t come back here.

My phone buzzes, and I pull it out, “Rana’s gotten back to me already. She’s sent over the information in a file.”

“That’s handy,” Coen mutters.

I nod in agreement and text her back.

Me:Thank you so much, I’m sorry that we need it quicker than we said we would. How are you doing?

Rana:No worries, honestly. I know how crazy shit can get. I’m actually happy that it’s going to get looked at sooner. It needs to be shut down as quickly as possible. I’m okay. Adjusting, I suppose. Everyone is being lovely.

I frown slightly. That doesn’t sound extremely positive. But then again, it’s understandable that she’s going to find it difficult to adjust. From what I understood from the very brief time that I spent with her, and of course, what she told us about the sales, she’s been in captivity for the majority of her life, if not all of it.

Suddenly, she is her own person, and she doesn’t have to answer to anyone else, she’s also alone, and that’s going to take some major adjustment. Even though when she wasn’t alone, it wasn't necessarily a good thing since she was either in the sales or with Derek.

Me:That’s completely understandable. Just remember to be kind to yourself and give yourself some grace. Let me know if you need anything, and I’m always here to talk.

Rana:Thanks, Neith. Keep me updated on the case?

Me:Of course. Speak soon.

I feel bad. I want to talk to her more, but we kind of need to figure out this latest development pretty quickly, and I don’t have the time. I make a mental note to call her when we get to Ireland, if I get the chance, and if not, at the very least send her a message. I have her number now, so I can check in on her more regularly rather than waiting for her to reach out, which, in retrospect,I should have known that she wouldn’t do. I wouldn’t have, and she seems to have a similar mindset to me.

“Is she okay?” River asks with concern when I look up from the phone.

I nod, “She’s struggling, but I think that she’s okay.”

“That’s understandable, she’s been through a lot,” Doc replies.

“I’ll keep checking in on her,” I tell them. “Do you want me to send the file to all of you?”

Evander nods, “Yeah, we all need to familiarize ourselves with it.”

I nod, and then frown, “Erm, okay. Give me about three to five business days to figure out how the fuck I’m supposed to do that.”

Chuckles rumble around the table.