Chapitre 227: Chapter 227: Retreat

"THADDIE!" I choked out.

"You know him?" asked Maverick in surprise.

I huffed out a deep breath as we heaved another dead body off his wing.

"Yes," I said, giving him a watery smile. "He's my brother."

Maverick stared at me slack-jawed. After tonight I didn't think anything could surprise him. "You're kidding," he muttered.

"Yeah, I was going to tell you about him. Turns out, the other sharum guy was my biological father. Is," I corrected, reminding myself that if they took him, he must still be alive.

"The other guy with Dr. Frankler?"

"Yeah, I know," I nodded. "Just when you thought it couldn't get any weirder."

Maverick grunted an agreement.

I examined Thaddie, who still struggled with consciousness. "Let's carry him to a brighter area. It will be easier to help him there."