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Was there any truth to any of it?

Rogue listened as Indianna walked back downstairs, and when she was out of earshot he turned and glared at Iris who laughed.

"You shouldn't have said that," Rogue said slowly, his words lived with venom.

"She make think me crazy, child," Iris chuckled, "but my words will sit in her mind. She will think about what I said."

"She will think that you've gone mad," Rogue said dismissively.

"Oh, I have," she grinned. "But I know things. And now she knows too."

"She is not going to make sense of anything you told her."

"She is smart," Iris smirked. "And he is alive. She will realise."

Rogue raised his eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about, mother."

"Lies!" Iris cried and cackled. "She will destroy you. She will defeat everything you've built."

"Oh, will she? Her and what army?" Rogue said and rolled his eyes. He walked out of the room and slammed the door.

The sound of Iris's laughter followed him down the stairs.

*

Indianna's mind was elsewhere during dinner. She forced herself to eat the food, but she just wanted to puke it back up. She couldn't stop thinking about what her mother had said.

Was any of it true? Or was she just crazy?

"I know that look," Rogue said, catching Indianna's attention. "I'm trying to get her help."

"Why?" Indianna asked. "You have no love for her."

"I'd much rather her sane than crazy, though, sister," Rogue said.

"She's always saying such weird things," Stacy said and rolled her eyes. "I don't know if she can be helped."

"How long has she been here?" Indianna asked.

"Since your mates death," Rogue shrugged. Indianna stiffened and Rogue raised his eyebrows. "Sorry, is that still a sore subject?"

Indianna gritted her teeth. "Just ever so slightly."

"You'll forget about him soon enough," Stacy smiled and took a sip of wine.

Everyday Indianna remembered him more.

"I don't want too," Indianna said.

Stacy frowned. "Oh, babe, it's much healthier for the mind if you move on. He'd want you to be happy."

Indianna didn't know how she could he truly happy without him.

"So, lets just say hypothetically... if you died, would you want Jason to forget about you?" Indianna asked. The words came out before she could stop them. The way they spoke about Greyson angered her.

Stacy paused, and pouted her lips, looking at Indianna in confusion. "But I'm not dead, why would I be? Nothing will ever happen to me because Jason will protect me."

Indianna forced a smile, ignoring Rogue's look. "Then you're very lucky."

Stacy grinned. "I know! Isn't he just amazing."

Indianna looked down at her plate and ate some more food.

The conversation moved on and soon dinner was over, and Indianna was finally getting ready to leave. She had been here much longer than she wanted too.

"I assume you'll be wanting a ride, sister?" Rogue said, walking up to Indianna as she neared the door.

She had intended to ask him, but she wasn't sure how much more of his presence she could cope with. "Oh no, I was going to walk-"

Rogue grabbed his keys off of the side and opened the front door. "After you," he said.

"No, honestly, it's fine-"

"Car, now," he said sternly and Indianna swallowed and made her way to his car. She sat in the passenger seat and waited for him to join her.

"There were a few comments that I did not appreciate today," Rogue said as he started the car. "But other than that, you were good tonight sister."

Indianna frowned, unsure on how to reply. "Um, okay."

There was a silence and Indianna fiddled with her fingers.

"I can tell you have a burning question, sister," Rogue said suddenly. "Save is a silent journey and ask it."

Indianna did have something she wanted to ask. "Brooke," she said. "Why?"

"What is happening to Brooklyn is nothing to do with me, at least not directly," Rogue said. "I'm working with Ben, and she is a requirement of his conditions, I am merely assisting him in his goals."

"Please, you can stop it-"

"Yes, I can stop it, but then I lose Ben's help, and that is something I don't want to lose," Rogue said. "Don't you worry, I've made sure that Brooklyn has endured much worse than Ben will do to her. He is mainly concerned about harming that miserable mate of hers."

Indianna froze. She couldn't believe the way he spoke out the things he's done.

He had no regret.

"If you could just let her-"

"Let's stop talking about this," Rogue said. "Shall we?"

Indianna bit her lip.

"Let's talk about the two new werewolves," Rogue said. "I have reason to believe one of them is Brandon's mate."

"Yes, we have realised that," Indianna said.

"Do they know about you?" Rogue asked.

Indianna thought of Tai. "No," she lied smoothly.

"Oh really?" Rogue said. "The girl has been seen at your house a few times. You're telling me she knows nothing?"

"Nothing," Indianna confirmed.

"Then why has she been at your house? She doesn't seem the friendliest, not the type to make friends."

"She..." Indianna paused. "Her and Ace are mates. She isn't aware of it, but I'm sure she can feel the bond. She has been with Ace when she has been round."

Rogue nodded, taking in the information. "Okay. When they know about you and your pack, inform me right away."

"Why?" Indianna asked.

"Do I need to tell you everything?" Rogue asked. "Mind your business, sister."

"We're back," Indianna said and had to stop a sigh of relief when she saw the pack house. She hurriedly unclipped her seatbelt. "Er... thank you for the ride."

Rogue nodded once and Indianna scrambled out of the car. "Goodbye, sister."

"Goodbye," Indianna muttered and closed the car door. She was tense until she was inside the pack house and the door was locked behind her.

Indianna took a deep breath and leaned back against the door. It had been a strange evening, and her mind kept going back to her mother. "He's alive" she had said. Indianna's mind went to Greyson, but she knew she was being ridiculous. She couldn't go around dreaming up false hope.

Indianna shook her head and headed towards the stairs. She rubbed the back of neck and gasped as there was suddenly a jolt of pain, similar to pain she had felt before. Indianna yanked her hand back and her eyes widened when she saw scarlet red on her finger tips.

Blood.