Those were the most horrible things I could think of, but when his head snapped up and his expression was a mixture of abject shame and a plea for understanding, I knew it was worse.

“He wanted to forcibly breed you in order to produce more test subjects with your tri-species-compatible DNA, but as soon as he suggested it, I threw him out—”

I felt the crack in Bones’s shields right before the urn sailed through Don and smashed into the wall behind him. Though it had been hurled with enough force to send up a fine cloud of ash amidst the broken pieces, none of us had touched it. Marie’s eyes widened as she looked around. Then a slow smile spread across her lips.

“Interesting,” she said, staring at Bones.

“More like freaky when he does that,” Tyler muttered to no one in particular.

Bones didn’t seem to care that he’d outed himself to Marie over his telekinetic abilities. His glare was all for Don as he stabbed a finger in my uncle’s direction.

“You deserve to remain a ghost forever.”

“I-I didn’t,” Don began.

“Shut it,” Bones thundered.

The ground actually began to shake as he dropped his shields and the full weight of his fury-fueled power crashed into the room.

“You allowed Madigan to see how valuable she was to his supersoldier plan, then you whetted his appetite by refusing to let him near her for years. Bloody hell, she’s a full vampire now, yet he is still obsessed with her! But you knew that when he rushed to take your job after your death, yet you still refused to divulge the truth, so you get to say nothing in your defense now.”

I didn’t speak, either, still reeling from this bombshell. My relationship with Don had always been complicated, true. When we first met, he blackmailed me into working for him. It was only after I found out we were related that I discovered the reason for Don’s prejudice against vampires. Max, my father, had murdered his own parents after he became a vampire. For decades, Don had blamed his brother’s actions on vampirism before finally admitting that Max had been a twisted asshole when he was human, too.

“Make him tell you where it is, Kitten.”

Bones’s harsh tone startled me out of my thoughts. “Where what is?”

“The facility Madigan used to work out of.”

He began circling my uncle, pausing only to grind a piece of Don’s urn beneath his boot.

“He wasn’t working out of your old compound,” Bones continued. “You knew every inch of that place, not to mention I would have read it from one of the employees’ thoughts. So where was Madigan running his experiments? Likely, it’s where Tate and the others are now.”

“Where?” I asked Don, ripping my lip as I spoke the single word.

“Charlottesville, Virginia, in the old plumbing supply factory on Garrett Street, but it’s been empty for years.”

“We’re checking it anyway,” Bones stated. “He never abandoned his pet project, as his interest in Cat and my missing people attest.”